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Author's Note: The Renaissance Faire never really closes… Prologue The Renaissance Faire has always been a refuge for freaks and weirdos. A safe place for the socially awkward and misunderstood. For the last 3 years, however, Notts’ Renaissance Faire in Georgia has expanded its demographic to a new clientele. One with incredibly deep wallets and the need for total and complete anonymity. But before we get into that, let me start with a bit of history. My name is Ali Rook. Ali’s short for Alison. Just your average, pretty, slender, freckled, 26 year-old redhead who happens to run a Renaissance Faire. Of course, “average”, by Ren. Faire standards, is antonymous with the conventional definition of the word “average”. Most average 26 year-old girls don’t inherit multi-million dollar corporations from their extended family members. ...

Author's Note: This story is inspired by Charles Band’s “Puppetmaster” movies and has supernatural elements in it. This may not be for everyone. The four friends had known each other since middle school and for some of them since elementary school. Now, after graduating high school together and finishing their first year of college in their respective universities, the four friends were getting together for a summer getaway at one of their wealthy uncle’s secluded vacation in the woods of upstate New York, complete with a nearby lake and resort area for swimming, hiking, and all types of water recreation activities. ...

Author's Note: This story has been published as part of the bundle ‘The Cyber Trap and other BDSM stories’ (available as e-Book in various formats) ‘Have a nice day, Miss MacKay!’ the agent said as he left. She breathed deeply and looked around her, still not really believing her luck. Finding a completely furnished semi-detached on a short term lease; immediately available and at a fantastically reasonable price! ‘The owner works on one of the oil rigs in the Gulf’ the estate agent had said ‘and he won’t be back for a year at least. So he instructed us to lease it to someone who could be relied on not to muck the place up…’ She had hurriedly signed the contract and had assured the agent she would treat the house and furniture as if it was her own. ...

Part 1 Brad was on the plane en route to New York, sitting next to him was his lawyer. Emma was typical of a newly appointed big firm law partner, very profession and committed. She was also very good looking he thought, as he discreetly looked at the woman sitting in the seat next to him. Even though this was a long haul flight, she was wearing a dark skirt suit, with a surprisingly tight skirt, and was sitting upright in her seat typing away at her laptop; Brad had put his away and turned on the movie hours ago. ...

Chapter 1 – First of the Set! I was waiting in the car outside the entrance to the mall just after 9:00 p.m. for Karen to do her part in our new adventure. She timed it perfectly and was behind Susan as the girl pushed through the doors and fiddled with her umbrella. The rain was getting heavier and I saw my sister point towards the car to offer a ride. We had been in the store, owned by the girl’s parents, several times and she knew us as good customers that, along with the rain, obviously helped her decide to accept the invitation. ...

Part 1 Sandra was a girl who was full of life, never a dull moment but not always at 100 miles an hour. She could party with the best yes but she also liked to push the temperature up in the bedroom as well. I first met Sandra when I booked a dental appointment. I was having some pain with a tooth so thought I would go and get a quick filling and that would be that. I got a late appointment due to a cancellation but when my name was called I went through to the surgery expecting Mr Wilson to be waiting but instead there was Sandra. She looked very sexy in her ‘scrubs’ like outfit and after she had introduced herself and her assistant Liz, I climbed into the chair for my examination. Sandra had short dark hair and ample breasts. She looked as though she visited the gym on a regular basis and as you would expect she had a take me to bed smile, with just perfect film star teeth. ...

Author's Note: I wrote this story originally under a different nickname but that one no longer applies. This story is a work of fantasy. The Human Guitar scene in here has been partially done irl and was created for a friend of mine at her request. I had been working on reconfiguring the library computers for almost a week. I was getting near completion of the task and was looking forward to it because I had noticed a certain librarian there. She had looked very familiar to me but I couldn’t remember where I knew her from. It took me a couple of days to remember that she looked just like a woman that I had seen on an adult website. It was possible that it was just a coincidence but she COULD be the same woman. Sure she had different colored hair but that was done all the time. I got to staring at her while trying to work during the rest of the week. I hoped that she didn’t notice but I had to try to memorize her features so that I could check out the website and know for sure if it was her. ...

Author's Note: Here is my second story for this site i have put more effort in proof reading this one and took into consideration the last stories (A girls night in) feedback to improve this one, ENJOY! Chapter 1 To set the scene, our main character is called Rob, he is about halfway through his last year of college, so to start earning a bit of money, however little before he can get a full time job, he has a Friday evening job cleaning for a local restaurant, Danielle, is a forty something woman who he works with. ...

Author's Note: Before you read this story you should understand that it is a work of fiction and total fantasy. Its main themes are of non-consensuality and human degradation of an uncompromising sort. If this does not appeal then PLEASE DO NOT READ IT. I would also like to emphasise that the events described in the story would be completely abhorrent to me if carried out in reality. Nor is it my intention to offend any particular group, preference or orientation with what I have written. It is simply my first attempt at writing a BDSM story in which I have tried to give full rein to the darker corners of my own sexuality and I have to admit to a degree of shock and surprise at the result. I hope the result is erotic in its own grim way for others and would be very interested in any (constructive) thoughts or criticism. Thanks for reading. -Honorius ...

The drive through the late October countryside was singularly dreary. The rain had started as Olivia left her London motel room and it seemed to thicken the further she drove into the rural fields of the south. She had her maps and the excellent sense of direction a former military career had given her, but the numerous narrow lanes and unmarked roads gave even a seasoned map-reader like her seem navigationally challenged. ...