Chapter 1: Foot Cleaner Fred set up his laptop on his bed with his hand over his dick, preparing for a long night of masturbation. The 22-year old college senior had pretty much given up on ever scoring any girls for himself due to a total lack of confidence, and was at this point just happy to have a house alone off campus where he could enjoy his prolonged masturbation sessions in peace. ...
Author's Note: Story was inspired by an old tattooed, pierced girlfriend who was a smoking fiend. We had wild sex and bondage fun and games. She was a genuine psycho! _Updated (12/19/11):* Finally wrote the sequel! Sorry it’s been so long! More to come.* Part 1 He saw her sitting at the bar and he was quite smitten. She was a petite raven-haired beauty with deep blue eyes, heavily mascaraed and darkly-shaded. She had tattoos and piercings and wore a very tight-laced black leather over-bust, shoulder-strap corset that deliciously squeezed her ample-looking breasts and forced her to sit very straight on the barstool. She was a sexy, wild-looking thing! She was drinking a draft beer and smoking a cigarette, as smoking was allowed in this bar. He was a non-smoker, but was transfixed. ...
Author's Note: Wanted to change my writing style a bit so I came up with the idea to write a story in the first person. As you have noticed breathplay and scuba gear are a major turn on and I tend to write about females going through breathplay so I gave it a shot. This is what I came up with and from my response over on Fetlife I must have done something right because I got a nice response. ...
Author's Note: This is the 10th story in the series “The Stories of Bound Friends.” I will continue to post the series here but I will also be posting extras and updates the moment they are ready on my blog: http://jessbbaby.blogspot.com The next few days after Carl’s death were slow and painful for Sophia. She met with a lawyer who said the contract could be passed down just like it could be sold, and so all the same restrictions apply. Which was especially terrible because there was then no one to give her permission to do the things she needed permission to do. And with the contract transferring ownership, she would likely be under extra scrutiny. She couldn’t ever be sure she had a moment where she could be free to break the rules without being noticed. ...
Author's Note: This is my first story. While it is just my imagination working overtime, I would gladly welcome it happening to me for real! Please comment and let me know if you like it. Thank you. Chapter 1 I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I gotta hurry up. I don’t want to be late! There’s no way in this world that I want to be late! I CAN’T be late! I just CAN’T. BE. LATE! ...
Author's Note: The main fictional character is based on a real character. I decided to do this because I felt it would’ve been weird to use the real character as the protagonist. Nevertheless, it shouldn’t be too hard to see the similarities, that’s if you are aware of the real person’s account. This is my first attempt at writing, so please feel free to criticize. Harsh or good, it doesn’t matter. I will be writing more chapters in the future. This is a story I plan on finishing one day. Thank you. ...
Part 1 Professor Victor Ashworth was an inventor. A purveyor of all things alchemical and mechanical. Natural science was his playground. His workshop, however, was little more than a hovel. It was a dark basement cluttered with half-completed projects and the faint smell of grease. But it was his to outfit as he pleased, and the professor felt at home around his copper paraphernalia. He had absolute faith in his genius to produce revolutionary devices for domestic chores and industrial production alike, but a man of his eccentricities tended to ward away more clients than those who had an interest in the finer machinations of science in the first place. In other words, he was broke. What fickle business he did have was limited to mixing up basic salves and remedies for the local townsfolk. No one wanted to see his shoeing machine, nail clamper, or clothes presser, much less the more exciting devices like his electrostatic amplifier or prototype perpetual motion device. ...
Renee and I had rented an old adobe house in the mountain foothills of Arizona. It was cooler up there, but cool is a relative thing during an Arizona summer. One thing that we loved about the place was its secluded location. It has a view of the Sonoran desert stretched out in the valley below and we could indulge in the ultimate attire for surviving the desert heat by spending much of our time au natural in the house and around the property. ...
I could not believe my luck. I had stalked a lovely young lady for weeks, watching her patterns around campus and at the small house where she lived. No boyfriends, quiet in he ways, innocent looking. Possibly a virgin, and those fetch high prices indeed on the open market. Her summer vacation had just started and the campus area was empty. She was alone and clearly getting ready to spend the summer in town. I was ready to capture her and getting ready to back my non-descript van into the driveway, when another female came up to the door with a small suitcase and rang the bell. I drive past unobtrusively. A girlfriend? No, older, but a clear resemblance. Plainly an older sister come to visit. More mature but just as lovely. How excellent. ...
Author's Note: Here is a two part story I wrote sometime back over on Fetlife, I decided that I would put both together to really make one complete story. I have included my original titles and just renamed the story so it has a bit of a flow to it. I have read it over many times myself and think I have found all my thrus and through so if I missed one sorry for that. It seems it’s my one crutch when composing a story. So I hope you enjoy Tara’s story… ...