Author's Note: English is not my native language, and this is my first submit, so if there are some writting mistakes, I apologize. If they are unforgivable, either you can tell me or you can go fuck yourselves. ;) The story has a romantic first part, a dark ugly second part, and an unexpected ending. Special thanks to Olive, Elizabeth, and William for being so brave and so honest, which, sometimes, is the same. ...
Author's Note: Hi, this is my first ever story so please dont be too harsh with your criticisms though they are welcomed! Part 1 “So tell me why you want to suck my cock.” I hesitated briefly before answering. “Because I’m a cock loving whore who doesn’t deserve to have your cock in my pussy.” And with that he shoved his cock down my throat. And I loved it. Several hours earlier I had been fidgeting nervously as the bus trundled slowly through rush hour traffic. I knew I was nearing my destination and despite being excited for the weekend ahead I was also terrified. After weeks of chatting over facebook and text I was finally about to live out my fantasy of being someone’s slave. ...
Olivia wondered how long it would be before her scheduled session would start. She had been standing here for what seemed like an eternity and the only attention she had received was to be bound and gagged and she was getting tired and frustrated. The only person she had seen since Master Chase had bound her was another man a few moments ago that had popped in, looked her over, then left. This was entirely unacceptable and she was going to have to talk to the management about it. ...
Chapter 1: Lowered Expectations I couldn’t believe my project was finally complete; after only three months I could finally enjoy the fruits of my labor. Shaking with excitement, I stood in front of the device overpowered with emotion. Fear, excitement, joy and pleasure coursed through my veins at once. If not for the tightly locked chastity belt I knew I would have been on my third or fourth orgasm. Before I get into the details however, I should start with a little background first. ...
Part 1 Jane The ship was ancient, even by The Empire’s standards. Yet more startling than its age, was that it was still active. Its computer systems lived, its air circulated, the hull whole. After millions of years lost, adrift, even the hull should decay due to the very half life of its atoms, but no. The hull was hale and healthy, it even shined with a gleam of newness. ...
Back Story It all started in college. That’s when I met the girl of my dreams. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. However, she was in love with another man: my brother. But he didn’t love her. He had no desire to commit to just one woman and wanted to screw every one he met. But that didn’t stop her. So throughout college she pursued him. I always hoped she’d give up and realize there was a young man who wanted her in plain sight. But unfortunately, she came into some money and My Brother married her soon after, the damn opportunist. ...
Author's Note: A teenager on her gap year is carrying some surprising baggage. Carrie was from New Zealand, here on her gap year. She was everything you might expect of a confident, pretty eighteen year old out to see the world; blagging a ride here and a few nights on a sofa there. This was how I ended up offering to take her to London. I didn’t mind, I work there and some company in the car was a pleasant change for one of my CDs on the trip down from Manchester. ...
Author's Note: We all do things on holiday that we wouldn’t do in our everyday lives including the adoption of local customs or dress. Some we recall fondly, others we might prefer to forget. In this story a professional couple ‘go native’ with surprising results. We’d read it in the guide book but I’m not sure either of us believed it until we arrived at the city and saw it with our own eyes. However, it was true, there were guards at the gate stopping all visitors and ensuring all women who entered the city were restrained. ...
Author's Note: There are also some illustrations for this story that can be found at Deviant Art and Visionsofdarkness. Happy hunting. Chapter 1 I’ve always been the kind of person who likes to listen to songs that have a personal meaning in my life. Lately, I’d been listening to White Flag, by Dido, a lot-so much, in fact that I know when I finally stop listening to it I would probably never want to hear the song again. ...
Ann eased herself into the steaming hot bath, a much-needed tension breaker. As she lay there swirling the scented waters over her tired and aching body, Ann began to think of ways to enjoy a long week-end. Her favorite idea was to think of a Dare for Carol. Even though the game was one they had played since college, lately it had been taking some decidedly kinky turns. Ann remembered the first time the game had taken such a sexy turn. Carol had held up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and dared Ann to wear them out to a movie. They had draped a sweater over her cuffed hands and gone out. Ann could never remember what movie they saw, she had been so distracted by her pinioned hands…. That night was the first time she and Carol had made love. ...