Chapter 1 It was a hot July day and I had the house to myself for the day. My mom and step-dad were out visiting his family for another few days and my step-sister was going to be at work for many more hours. We live in a narrow row house where I have the whole top floor as my room. I thought this would be a perfect time to try out my favorite new hobby, a little self-bondage. ...
Part I - Background “Kathy, what the hell is this?” asked Rex. Kathy was shivering at the moment unable to saying anything so just looking at the floor, still in her school uniform. “I’m asking from you again bitch, what the fuck is this.” A DVD, the film, ‘story of O’ was on Rex’s hand. “Please Rex don’t say about this to our father. You know about him right? He will burn me alive if he finds this out.” said Kathy in a shivering voice, tears falling down from her eyes, still looking at the floor. ...
Author's Note: First part of a saga. I got started and it kept going, and going, and going. . . I wanted to post what I have so far to get some feed back. Let me what you think of it so far. Part One Steve hated getting called into work on his day off. He was hoping to spend the day with Max his current partner and pet. Steve was a K9 officer with the local county sheriff and Max was his latest partner. Steve’s previous dog had to be retired after biting the throat of a worthless drug dealer. Steve was back at duty at the international airport. Although Steve and Max usually spent most of their time sniffing around in the cargo section, the K9 unit was occasionally supposed to come upstairs and patrol the incoming passengers of international flights. So Steve and Max spent the majority of their time this morning walking up and down the lines of people waiting to go through customs. If Max would show an interest in someone, Steve would signal the customs agent and they would scrutinize things much tighter and conduct a physical search of their baggage. It rarely happened, but the system worked pretty well. Max had never had a false hit so far and was really subtle in marking someone. ...
My story started on a Tuesday night. My roommate Mike was off to work. He worked overnights. Mike’s girlfriend, Melanie also lived with us. She was planning on going out with some friends to a local bar. It was perfect for me because I would have the whole apartment to myself. I had took the week off so I could get some of my own kind of relaxation. After they had left I started on my fun for the night. Since I do triathalons I have a smooth hairless body and am pretty slim. I started out by getting dressed. First I start out by putting on my black silk panties and matching bra. Next come the black silk stockings complete with garter belt. Then I slither into my own little black dress and finish it off with the black heels with ankle strap. I do my face up with makeup and complete the ensemble with a black wig. To top it off I put on my black elbow length opera gloves. With my slender athletic build I could pass if I ever wanted to go out. I never do though. I am completely heterosexual. ...
John was a regular at the local Gentleman’s Club. The manager, bartenders and many of the dancers knew him by name and he felt very comfortable there. All the employees knew John’s routine–he would sit on the same stool in front of the big-screen tv and order a Bombay martini. After he ordered the second drink he would invite one of the dancers to be his “date”, buying her drinks and eventually going to the back room for some dances. ...
Chapter 1 - The Discovery After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it’s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. ...
Author's Note: Enjoy! It was the middle of July and Danielle was dripping with sweat, having just finished scraping off the grill at her crappy fast food job. The air conditioner had been broken since noon and all she wanted to do was get out of there before her bitchy boss got back from break and gave her something else to do. Just as she was about to clock out, her boss Maddie came up to her and said “I don’t think so sweetie. Before you punch out you need to clean the bathroom. Somebody pissed all over the floor in there and it’s disgusting.” Danielle rolled her eyes and said “I was supposed to be off 30 minutes ago” ...
Author's Note: An online mistress makes a lesbian’s masochistic’s desires come true. I awoke on the filthy mattress and looked around the darkened room. The dim glow of the street light peaking thru the dirty slats on the windows blinds. The quick moving hoards of cock roaches skittering across the thread bare carpet. Sitting up I realized what had happened last night. There were bruises and ugly raised welts all over my aching body. My tits were in terrible pain with dried blood caked around my raw nipples. Sitting up on the bed I became dizzy and peered about looking for my clothes. ...
Chapter 1 As Laura turned off her car, she breathed a sigh of relieve, closed her eyes and rested her head against the steering wheel. A simple four hour drive down the highway had turned into an all day nightmare of bumper to bumper traffic due to one major construction delay and two different accidents. Coupled this with the past several days of being away from home at high pressured business meetings meant her nerves were now officially frazzled. ...
Author's Note: It’s my first story so please don’t hate. I’ve been writing the chapters during school hours (too bored in class) so they might have small mistakes. This is a F I C T I O N A L story with me and two of my sexy classmates (girls) that their names have been changed (you know , i don’t want someone to see) Chapter 1 It was my first day at school (1st year at university) and i was happy that i would see my friends and my new school. However , when i arrived at the school I wanted to piss really badly but I couldn’t know where the toilets were since it was my first day at that school. So i asked some guys sitting in a bench near the entrance and they told me which way to follow. I could tell something was wrong because the further i moved , the lower the sound of the other teenagers could be heard. I saw a building that had a sing writing ‘Toilets’, just above the entrance. The building was dirty and had several broken windows , the door was orange , and iron as it seemed. When i moved closer i saw on the door the symbol of women toilets. The guys at the bench had made me a joke. I figured out that since nobody was around , i could enter and quickly do my buisness but when i opened the door i froze in place. ...