Blackmail

My wife has never really shared my enthusiasm for me trussing myself up in ladies hosiery. In fact she really doesn’t approve at all, and has told me so on a number of occasions when desperation has driven me to try to enlist her help. Consequently I tend to fly solo, and this usually means I take advantage of the rare occasions when I’m alone at home to indulge my fantasies. I need to be careful to conceal the evidence – she has warned me that if she catches me I can expect to spend a lot longer than I reckoned tied up. On the face of it, this sounds good, but I know she means she will head off to her mother’s or a friend’s at least overnight. ...

Kelly’s head was pounding. That and where ever she was damm cold. Complicating matters was she was completely naked. She looked around. She stood in a white room with a molded white table and chair that looked like part of the floor. One end had a computer screen with one green and one red buttons under it. The other end had a series of red drawers. Twelve in all. Each drawer had a keypad. She remembered backpacking through Europe with her friend and stopping off at a little hostile/inn and then drinking too damm much beer. Her friend. Lynn was not in the room with her. Was she dead? No, she did not think so. Where was she? A mental ward? No, at least the would have given her something to wear. The screen beeped. She read what was on it. ...

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”. Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn’t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now. “Choke me; cover my mouth so I can’t scream!” She implored. I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom. ...

“Harder!” Marie screaming as I thrust into her, “Fuck me harder, goddamnit!”. Her body writhed beneath mine and her outstretched hands pulled at their bonds, rocking the wooden headboard against the sheetrock of the wall. If the neighbors hadn’t already been woken by her screaming then they were certainly awake now. “Choke me; cover my mouth so I can’t scream!” She implored. I pounded her as hard as I could; I could feel myself approaching climax; then suddenly a bright light turned on and I heard a familiar voice from across the bedroom. ...

Author's Note: It’s not my first erotic story, but it is my first time posting here. Please let me know what you think, but be gentle with me it’s technically my first time! Chapter 1: Discovery My wife and daughter were going to see my wife’s brother in St. Louis over the Labor Day weekend. They invited me to go along, but I declined. Had it just been the three of us it could have been fun, but I didn’t want to be in the car for over four hours with her mother or sister. That coupled with the fact that they were leaving on a Thursday and having been out of work for the last six weeks, I needed to make some phone calls. ...

Author's Note: A little of everything in this story. As the story was developed even I did not know where the characters would finally end up and I’m the author! SISTER’S DEVOTION Caroline Smith opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from all the drinks she had from the party last night. Did she drink too much? She wondered to herself. She only had two or three drinks. So she suspected she must have been drugged or something. It wasn’t in her nature to pass out from only just a few drinks. ...

Chapter I: A Conversation “Mark, would you please invite Danielle over to dinner on Sunday afternoon?” my sister Gail asked. “I’d like to have a talk with her”. Gail was more than a big sister - she became my legal guardian when our mother was killed in a car crash three years earlier, and I lived with her and her husband Ron in the mansion she had inherited from Mom. My inheritance was locked up in a trust fund until I graduated from college, a fact that had caused a sudden improvement in my once miserable high school grades. I was still the only 19 year old senior in the school, but I would graduate in June. My first two misspent years in high school were also the reason for certain other bizarre requirements in the trust fund language. ...

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. ...

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. ...

Part 1 The new girl who had moved into the house-share fascinated Kate. She was tall, in her mid-twenties with long dark hair. She had a fantastic figure and was always well dressed, although usually in casual attire. She was single, but flirted with many guys. Despite having spent a number of wine-filled evenings with her and the other two housemates, Kate still didn’t know much about her – there was a certain attractive mystery surrounding her. ...