Author's Note: Here is a story I promised one of my email friends. Part One - The Fourth Present “Happy Birthday Robert!” My Angie cried. How did a guy like me ever get an angel like her? I come home from work and find her waiting in my apartment with a surprise. “You’re wearing a dress.” I needlessly pointed out, “Are we going out for dinner?” Most restaurants gave you a free dessert for your birthday and I would not be opposed to more cake. ...
Author's Note: I would like to thank those who helped proofread this work, and I especially appreciate Dannysuling (dannysuling.deviantart.com) and f-alexander (f-alexander.deviantart.com) for their valuable editorial contributions. Prologue From 2002-2005, Courtney Artison’s image was unavoidable in any grocery check-out line. She was the undisputed queen of the tabloids. Virtually every gossip magazine published a photograph of her with some insane headline, like “Courtney Secretly Gives Birth to Triplets! Uses Body Double to Hide Weight Gain!” or “Courtney’s Mystery Illness and Her Deathbed Confession!” ...
Author's Note: self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season. Chapter 1 I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought. It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on. The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic. ...
Author's Note: Self bondage gone wrong over the holiday season Chapter 1 I had found the perfect spot for some outdoor selfbondage fun, or so i had thought. It was a small school yard, with a a skating rink, and a small shack to put your skates on. The place was just on the outskirts of the city, a perfect out of the way place, with not to much traffic. ...
Author's Note: This is just a short personal fantasy that started life in a text exchange with a partner, and that I thought might be worth sharing, in case others enjoyed it too. It’s my first public writing on here, so go easy on me in the comments! I’m mummified head to toe in a hogtie position, feet planted into my bum cheeks, wrists bound together in the small of my back. My whole body is bound in layer upon layer of bondage tape, gaffer tape and electrical tape. You have inserted an electric egg in my ass, tied the wand to the tip of my cock underneath me (with all my weight pressing down on it) and are pretty pleased with the helpless sex worm you’ve created here. I’ve got headphones in but you haven’t turned them on yet, your aroma filled panties taped into my mouth, and there’s a helpless look in my eyes. ...
After he had finished undressing, he settled himself on the massage table, making sure that his manhood was completely covered by the towel. He had no idea what to expect. He had never had a thereputic massage before, but a friend had recommended this woman; Lady Serena. He was nervous and the waiting for her to come in made him even more so. The room was painted white and that seemed to be the theme. There was a white chair beside his table, upon which was a bottle of massage oil, a plastic white set of drawers just to the left of that and a white vase containing a pot plant beside the door. He waited, wondering what she would be like. ...
It was set than. Jackson had finally done it. It must be for real now… now that he had actually set an actual date and time. As he sat in front of his computer in nothing more than a robe that lay wide open, he hit send on his e-mail. He could not think of a time in recent memory that he was more sexually aroused. Casually, as he did thousands of times before, he took a pump of the skin lotion that sat next to him into the palm of his hand and rubbed his rock hard cock. Ten seconds later, he had cum all over his naked chest, wiping the excess with the inside of his robe. ...
Author's Note: This is just the beginning of a long story. I really hope you like it because I’ll be writing it for a long time. PROLOGUE Forty-seven years ago “This sucks! Just because I got fired (Stupid boss don’t know nuthin’) I gotta help my stupid Uncle sort this shit. “It will be fun, you’ll learn stuff,’ Bullshit. When he said it was from a castle, I thought there’d be iron maidens and chastity belts and stuff.” ...
Author's Note: An extended/alternate ending also exists! You can read it here. It had been the perfect day for running - The sun was shining, but the air was cool and crisp, if it weren’t for the leaves crunching on the ground, Sallem would’ve spaced out a long time ago. The sun was nearly set now, though she was not afraid of the dark, but really wanted to get home, since running in the dark was dangerous - Potholes, cracks in the ground, and various rubbish as well.She’s a package runner - Not like a post worker, but rather, a drug mule to a certain extent. She never knew what she was carrying, the weight and size varied vastly, but it was always in a very non-descript package, and so thickly layered, that there was no inherent scent. After all these years, she figured it was probably drugs, or something illegal, but never had the guts to open one of the packages - Being the head runner for the pack that took her in off the streets, it simply was too important to not anger them. ...
Author's Note: Further updates will be coming - not all story codes are applicable to Chapter 1. Chapter 1 - The Massage Jeff drove to the resort while Gina turned down the radio to talk. “I don’t understand what it is you don’t like about a massage. How can you not like massages when you’ve never even had one?” It was a conversation they had repeated several times over the last few weeks. Gina had been pushing Jeff to join her for a couples’ massage for weeks. He finally agreed, much to her excitement. ...