Author's Note: This is my first attempt. I am almost finished with another story so, any and all suggestions are appreciated. Please rate and Critique so I can fine tune the next one coming soon. Thank you. _Update (2012/03/02):* I made the paragraphs manageable and broke the story into 2 parts. Please rate and leave comments. Thank you!!* Chapter 1 (updated: 2012/03/02) Not so long ago in a bedroom not so far away…. ...

then… Justine walked unsteadily into her condo, so stunned that she didn’t shut the door, staring ahead of her in shock. There was a hole in her wall. There was a hole in her wall! It was a big square hole in the brick wall, perhaps four feet above the floor, a foot by a foot, smooth on top and bottom, uneven on the sides where the overlapping bricks had been removed. It was in the wall adjoining her quiet, weird, mousy little neighbor, the spooky one whom Justine privately called, “Marion the Librarian.” She was taller than Justine, so perhaps the “little” was unfair, but the rest was true as true can be. She was shy, never making eye contact, never speaking above a whisper, always brushing quietly past with a barely perceptible nod whenever she and Justine met in the hallway. And the only sounds ever emanating from the mouse’s condo had been those of construction, and even those had been muffled, and only for the past few days. But this – this hole – as a result! Justine was furious. What in the hell had the little idiot been thinking? Justine decided to find out. ...

Chapter 1: The Meeting Hello. Is there anybody there? I can hear the music, but I cannot see anything. If anybody is interested, can you please let me out? I will explain. This will take some time so please bear with me. It started a couple of years ago. I work as a writer. I write stories for newspapers and magazines. I make a good living from it and used to have a nice penthouse apartment overlooking the River Thames. My mind is mixed up over the tie I have been here, so please bear with me. ...

Part I I enjoy dressing as a female. I do it as much as I can. I wear nylons or tights, support panties or girdles, and bra’s regular or long line under my clothes. I have a pair of knee high boots with 4” heels that I wear when I can. I am also into bondage. Every now and then I get a chance to do both. This is the story of one of those times. I had to make a trip from Memphis to Nashville. It was to be an overnight stay. It also was going to be a daring fetish bondage trip. ...

Hi, my name is Alex and I am male, 21 years of age and am approximately 5.7" and athletically toned all over. I weigh around 10 stone (65kg). Well what can I say? I am writing this story… well non-fiction story I might add to enlighten everyone of how easy it CAN all go wrong! I have always been in to bondage but did not really know until I was approximately 16-17 years of age. I was bullied in school for as long as I could remember and even had to move school from time to time to avoid it. It wasn’t because I was weird, fat or disgusting but the fact they needed an easy target that they can pick on because… they could. ...

This story was submitted for the 2010 Winter Fetish Contest. Please be sure to rate read and rate each story. When you’re finished, visit our sponsor by clicking the banner above. (They have lots of cool stuff!). Author's Note: This story is submitted for the Winterfetish contest. I’ll be continuing it further even after the contest. Chapter 1 “Wait, what?” Bonny wasn’t sure she had heard Ellie right. “I said, I want to buy you, Bonny,” Ellie said matter-of-factly, leaning back into her plush sofa. She crossed her stockinged legs for Bonny to see, and hoped her placid face would not betray the thundering beat of her heart in her chest. Sitting in Ellie’s beautiful family room with Bonny across from her, Ellie felt like she was floating. She had said it, which was most of the battle, in her mind. It was an amazing thing to do, and Ellie felt a rush of sexual energy course through her. She just prayed her long history with Bonny would save their friendship if Bonny didn’t like the question. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story. Please be kind. English is my first language so grammar errors are my responsibility. However, be aware that for dramatic effect I have intentionally ignored certain sentence structure rules. “Guilty!” reported the judge as she banged her gavel. No! Can’t be. What? Were the first thoughts that cascaded through my head. It’s funny what you think about when you go into a type of shock. ...

Author's Note: This short story is one of the relatively few things I’ve written that is completely consensual. It’s relatively light on bondage or other erotic themes too. It’s more of a psychological exploration, I think. 1 “Good girl,” Dr. Paul said as he gave Mariliu a loving pat on the top of her fur-covered head. He pronounced her name like Merrilee-you, and she liked that. Not only was it pretty and exotic; it was also a good description of how she felt most of the time these days. She licked her lips, enjoying the slightly bitter taste of the fluid that was already drying at the corners of her mouth; then she stuck her head back in his lap and began to clean him off as well. ...

*The following is the first story of erotica which I ever penned. After sharing with friends, they wanted more. So the original ending was altered and more added. This happened a total of 6 times. This started off a long time ago, then was added to. I hope you enjoy it. The codes listed are accurate, as it is a lengthy multi-part tale as well. It needs some editing as originally the paragraphs were way to long, so expect updates to follow soon.* ...

Author's Note: This is part one in a series I want to continue. It’s only my second story and I hope you like it. Introduction I sat on the balcony casually watching the city that slept below me. The early morning hours have always made me feel so calm, so peaceful. This, above all things was mine. This time where I shared the world with no one, and nothing intruded. The random car passing down the lane, or the short bursts of song that came from the earliest of birds were all the movement and noise this time of day allowed. ...