Author's Note: While this is a complete story the characters may show up later in sequel. John Lasig hated being the bottom. He wasn’t a submissive. He was a dominant and that is the role he should always play. It was, after all, the normal role for him. Moreover, Melissa was a natural sub. He knew it the very moment he had met her. It was something in her eyes, the way she looked at him with a sense of the potential for surrender. ...
Jeffrey Lyons was in a feverish state. This was not unusual. Jeffrey had been in a feverish state for most of the past six months. Ever since he had met Kara. After the events which were described in “Kara Pays Her Rent” had transpired, Jeffrey’s fever had increased several fold, to the point where it had taken over his life. It was insane. Fifty two years old, a relatively normal guy for most of those years, Jeffrey now spent almost all of his time either having sex or thinking about having sex. A heavenly state for a nineteen year old who didn’t have much else of interest to do or think about. For a serious middle-aged person like Jeffrey – a man with a life over brimming with interests, friends and responsibilities, not to mention a career that he, in the not very distant past, had thought of as infinitely rewarding and a good enough reason all by itself for being on this earth – the whole situation was positively off the fucking wall. And not likely to change. ...
Author's Note: An update of ‘The Blue Jeans’ story. If you like the idea of having your head locked inside someone’s sexy jeans, or locking someone inside your jeans for that matter, then read… otherwise don’t. A x Nick was delighted that she had invited him for dinner. Karin was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, she had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure. ...
Part 1 Katie sat on a hard wooden chair looking disappointingly at the place she’s inherited. What the solicitor had described as ‘commercial premises’ was not on the high street, but up a small, rarely use alleyway. No passing traffic and no chance to realise her initial hope of opening a high class clothing store. The place itself comprised the basement and ground floors of a unit in old brick built commercial block. It had a small reception area and an empty room behind that didn’t seem to serve any purpose. In the basement there was a further room containing three large cupboards. The place was clean and stylishly decorated in white with red feature walls. She stood up and walked around her new place, trying to imagine what, if anything, she could do with it. ...
Author's Note: ‘Kawaii is the culture of cuteness in Japan. It can refer to items, humans and non-humans that are charming, vulnerable, shy and childlike.’ (http://en.m.wikipedia.or/wiki/Kawaii). I’ve always had a thing about oriental girls, especially hot manga babes and a recent trip to Japan inspired me to write this. I’ve never been to Chicago. ‘I’m Kinky.’ The new button girl bowed as Angela pushed her cart into the lift. Angela, ‘Angel’ Guardina looked at the pretty oriental girl with surprise, a genuine smile forming on her lips. ...
I own a bondage sex shop. I sell whatever kinky stuff you saw online, only that you can come in and take a look at all the bondage gear displayed within these walls. It just started as a normal day. I opened the shop and went inside to get things set up, when suddenly, two pretty women walked inside, a red-headed and tall woman, wearing a brown coat, a skrt and black heels. The blondie that walked in with here had a similar outfit, but instead of wearing a coat she had a pink top and a skirt as well as some pink high heels to match her outfit. ...
Author's Note: My first attempt at this. Part 1 Ken was an average guy form a nice California coastal town. He grew up with decent things, but never really had too much. His parents loved him but didn’t really show much affection towards him. This is what made ken easy prey for a pedophile. His 3rd grade teacher took advantage of him and did horrid things to him sexually. She was a sadist, along with her boyfriend they used ken horribly. His father finally moved getting ken away from the abusive teacher. He never mentioned it to anyone, but he was haunted for the rest of his life by the thoughts of this abuse. As he grew older he began to crave this kind of treatment. Many of his girlfriends didn’t understand his feelings which led to failed relationships time and again. He had a great job and made good money which allowed him to buy nice things for himself. He went to clubs to seek out women, trying to find one that might understand his craving for abuse. He also looked online at various adult websites, which he found frustrating; most of the people he found online were usually out just for money. ...
Author's Note: This is my first time writing on here, or fiction anywhere on the internet for that matter. I have always had a bondage and discipline fetish (not S&M) and oddly, one for polo shirts, particularly when they are buttoned up to the top and worn with smart clothing hence why its not latex for example. I have fantasised about being in a scenario like this for years and who knows, maybe one day I might get to do something resembling it. Enjoy, and hopefully it will be the first of many chapters. ...
It was Friday night and every one was out having fun. Everyone except for Kimiko, that is, who had other plans for the night. It was quite in her house, with the only audible sound being that of the TV. Kimiko was in the kitchen preparing a late supper and chatting on the phone to one of her friends. She was suddenly interrupted by the alarm clock going off, at which point she put down the plate in her hands and excused her self from the conversation. ...
The anticipation was growing. They had been planning this “holiday” since they were married on the cruise ship 6 months before and now, all the work and preparation had finally come to an end. An eerie realisation seemed to descend over the car, on the journey home from dropping off the kids at grandma’s house. Two whole weeks without any children or interruptions. You could cut the tension with a knife, because once they arrived at their driveway, it would be the start of their very own “Kinky moon”. ...