Electricity

Author's Note: If you’re here for the ‘good stuff’ and not the story, then start at chapter 2. Enjoy. I’d love to hear your feedback. Chapter 1: Bad Brake Vanessa moaned in utter ecstasy, thrusting her hips against the vibrator buried deep in her pussy. She seductively rubbed her big, round tits and curled her toes as she writhed on the bed. Spent, she slumped back onto the silk sheets. After a moment, she brushed her long black hair out of her face and winked at the camera mounted on her desk in front of the bed. She blew it a kiss before getting up and turning it off. She glanced at the clock on the wall. ...

Author's Note: English not primary language hopefully English is improving enough to make enjoyable fantasy. Part 1 I had left my house two days prior and had planned to be gone for several more days in fact two weeks. I had done everything I thought necessary to secure the house and insure that all of my travel connections were correct. I had notified the security company that monitors the house for fire and breakings. The only thing I hadn’t counted on was the country I was planning to go to had some kind of political upheaval and I didn’t get on the last plane and came back home. ...

Author's Note: Wrote this a long back. Didn’t publish. English is not my first or second language, so pardon my mistakes. The story contains long term metal bondage, slavery, torture. Please share your valuable comment. It inspires us to write more. Chapter 1 (added: ) “You definitely need a glass of water” was his first words to me. I was almost shivering in fear as the flight started moving. I looked at the source of the words, my co-passanger, he had a charming smile. I took the glass of water from him and returned a weak smile back at him. ...

Chapter 1 As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a sea of latex and leather. There wasn’t a single person in sight that wore anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead, they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance. ...

Author's Note: Original work, free use. Work of fiction. Marcus was a college freshman. Like many his age, he couldn’t wait to finish his studies and get on with his life. Unlike many his age, Marcus was the son of a wealthy criminal family. Growing rich on drug sales and money laundering, his family mainly operated in America and, to a lesser degree, in Russia. Once he finished college, Marcus would likely spend a few years going his own way, before ultimately joining the family business. That was the plan anyway. More recently, Marcus has been anxious to start his real ascent into manhood sooner rather than later, and thought about leaving college prematurely, though he would miss playing in the college’s orchestra. ...

Author's Note: This is my first story, but go easy on me. This is kinda a fantasy of mine, which I hope never happens, but it definitely turns me on. Chapter 1 I should first start off by telling you a little bit about me. I’m a small town country boy who loves to farm. I am thankfully living in my own house. Same town as the parents, but glad to be able to do my thing once in awhile. My other favorite love is bondage. I am a 6 foot tall, average built, 22 year old. I have an average sized penis. I have always loved anything BDSM. I will tie myself up and force myself to crawl to the knife or device I’m using to get out. But I just wanted something more. ...

Part 1 Anna leaned forward and tried to reach the chain. She was naked, her wrists handcuffed behind her back, with short chain holding the cuffs into ring built into the cement wall of the cell. She was barely able to move into a crouch, one hand barely managing to grip the chain, but she pulled anyway hoping, desperately that it would somehow come loose. Jane sat across the cell, her hands bound to another wall. Jane had pulled her legs up to partially cover her pussy. Otherwise she simply sat on the concrete floor, too defeated to cry. ...

Infomercial: The Chastilock 2000 Hi, I’m Chastity Lalibert, founder of the Chasti Permalock Corporation, here to tell you about our newest product, the Chastilock 2000. It encorporates the latest in nanotechnology, and is a fiendish device indeed – so fiendish that when I decided to go for permanent chastity myself, I opted for the first of these wicked devices. What’s more is that the Chastilock 2000 fits right inside the vagina, with no belts or uncomfortable straps, plus it is so inconspicuous, you can wear it under a bikini, to the beach. No one will ever know that you’re all locked up. On the surface, the Chastilock 2000 is a gently-curved shield shaped into two ovals, one to cover the vagina, and one to give a good radius of security around the clitoris, for extra protection. The lock portion is right inside the pussy lips, and doesn’t protrude. Here, let me hike up my skirt, and show you. ...

Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism. There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it. ...

Author's Note: My first time sharing a story with the public although I have written a few stories for my wife when we can’t be together. I guess it is up to Claire to determine where things go from here. Enjoy! –Erik It’s early afternoon on Saturday when Claire’s phone chimes deep in her pocket. She smiles as she opens up Erik’s text message. It is a pleasant surprise that will keep her occupied with pleasing thoughts and warm sensations until she clocks out in a few hours for the end of her workweek. ...