You walked me into the bedroom-naked and shaking. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. Thousands of images were running through my head as we entered the dark room. “Stand Here” you said as you left me in front of the closed door. I watched you move quickly to the bed where you began lighting candles. They cast shadows on the queen sized poster bed....
'What the fuck is happening to me.' That sentence goes through my head, over and over and over. 'What the fuck is happening to me'. This is an absolutely surreal situation to be in. I'm laying here, on a wooden horse, in women's clothing, after having just sucked my best friend's dick, now being fucked by a machine. I'm probably dreaming. This is a nightm...
This is a chapter from a novel. I penned this work a year ago. However, it has a certain charm. It's set in the 1820's in post Colonial New Jersey, where I grew up. I swear I know these characters, and actually they are local historical characters and I know where they are buried. I have played on their graves. Garrett Cortelyou was a Revolutionary War soldi...
Aniu woke up again, and it was still very dark when she did so. It seemed that her full belly wasn't helping her stay asleep. It had been a grand effort, though. She shrugged at her thoughts as she listened to the snoring and sighing women sleeping around her. Her body ached. Perhaps she had slept in an unhealthy position? She stretched her limbs. Then she...
His hand came down again on her bare bottom in front of him. The slap was loud. She whimpered softly. The sting of his hand excited her and she felt the warmth of her secretions flood between her legs. Her flesh vibrated and teased her as she felt them resonate to her sex and sensitive breasts. "6," he counted. It pleased him to see her cheeks were reddened...
Gareth rang, sounding excited. "Man, have I got a subject for you. She's a fuckin' goddess, and says she's right into it." I'd met Gareth a few months previously, when I was doing a magazine photoshoot at a Goth/S&M club called the Vault. We got to talking about photography, and he said he knew a few girls who'd be willing to take part in the sort of shoots...
The next morning, James awoke and slipped out of bed carefully, so as not to wake Bella. He dressed and headed down the stairs, hoping to get to town and back before Bella even noticed his absence. The sun shone brightly through the bedroom window, and Bella blinked her eyes as it woke her from sleep. She paused for a moment, doing a mental check to see if t...
I am reposting this story as I've found that an important piece of it was not included in the original posting. This story sort of falls into the "What If" genre. I'm at a loss as to where or what genre I should list the story. It could fit in Romance, Non erotic, or Science Fiction. There is a romance involved and some Sci Fi but the crux of the story isn'...
Amanda sat straight up in bed again. Her body was covered in a sheet of sweat that drenched her hair and soaked her thin t-shirt. The fabric clung to her tight tone form displaying her rock hard nipples through the fabric. For the fifth time in as many days she peeled the top off to search her skin for the marks and evidence of last night's abuse. Again her...
His face hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a black hat, the man on the train gazed out at the high desert. His eyes were gray and cold and expressionless, like a knight without armor in a savage land. The ticket-puncher asked with a bored smile: "Business or pleasure?" The tall man touched his black hat and said softly: "Business." Miles away, Georgia O...