Author's Note: (This is one of my first stories posted on the internet at all; don’t be afraid to leave a comment - And constructive criticism is welcomed!) “Come on Megan, we’ve been waiting for weeks to see you in your costume, and the party is in just a few hours!” A gentle thump could be heard, slightly to the right of the top of the stairs, and then a door opening. ...
Chapter One “Bowling? Really? It’s an unusual injury to get from bowling.” The doctor didn’t sound convinced, but I thought I might be able to get away with it. “Er, yes, bowling.” “And so how often do you go bowling?” It wasn’t going to work, but I thought I’d try to bluff it through. “Um, well, about… once in a while…” The doctor sighed, took his glasses off, and leaned forward at me. “Mr Jones, I have seen the X-rays of your hand and the physiotherapists report, and I can say that in all my years of looking at hand pain problems, symptoms like yours have never been attributable to a bad technique at bowling.” ...
Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing…be patient…I look to trying to improve and give you want you want. Prologue Victor was packing his bags for his final trip to his new home. Traveling across the globe to a place that was a bit different, is a change for anyone. **ring** Looking up to his cell phone he saw that it was his ex-wife, he groaned. Reaching over his grabbed it and answer. ...
You know the girls dancing in those cages at clubs? Sometimes on a pedestal, sometimes suspended over the raving crowd? Ever wondered how they ended up there and what makes them move all night? Despite the allegedly soundproof glass Bianka felt the vibrations at her eardrums, in the pit of her stomach, in the tip of her pen. The bass pounded its way through every structure, item and living being in the whole building. It was the heartbeat of the club, and with the small hours of the night being near it was hammering wilder than ever. If the owner, manager and icon of Club Noir were to turn around from her desk, she would be able to overlook the main floor through the glass wall of her office. She would see the fetish folk celebrating its own depravity, loosing itself in the dark world the legendary Bianka Schönfeld provided. A world of masks and collars, of monogloves and hobble skirts, where leather was the new lace and black the new black. To the left the long cool-lit bar ran in a wide arc alongside the clubbing area, which in turn bordered at the right on the VIP lounge. Further in the back the entrance to the lower levels awaited those in search for more titillating activities. The rooms for this spicy kind of entertainment were soundproof, for sure. ...
Author's Note: A small reading hint: the names may appear fantasy names, until you read them backwards. Except of the city where it all takes place…..Just pronounce it; This story is a saucier and more story-like rewrite of the original “Fetish and the Feast” of 2005 Chapter 1: Landing and arrival As the hover-cruiser circled over the city, Ynroh-N-Toh looked out of the window. The cabin crew had just given her a drink through the small ring-gag trainer which was strapped to her head. She had seen it in the mirror briefly, and she thought the purple colour of the straps looked good with the rest of her wedding outfit. She was glad the ring was small, about 1", for she had worn it quite some time. She could wriggle her lips a little bit around them to keep them from falling asleep, and to sort of smile at her wedding reception. Unfortunately, wriggling her lips increased the drooling, and the cabin crew was polite enough to wipe the worst away. ...
Author's Note: After the initial story of A Fetish Honeymoon, I felt I had to revisit Citore Lauxes lady Ynroh-N-Toh & her Llud husband Rewollof again, to see how they were doing after some years of marriage. After all, married life is quite different then a honeymoon, even if it is on the planet Yoj-Xes! For the new readers: if the names seem confusing, simply read them backwards and it’ll tell you more about the characters. ...
Author's Note: Three women play a game. Two are going to walk out winners, and one is going to receiving the fucking of her life. There was a house that was known to throw the best parties in the city. It was far enough out in the countryside to avoid noise complaints, and the house was so large that it might as well be called a small mansion. It could easily hold a hundred people on just the first floor. College students were often seen driving out in droves whenever there was something going on. It had a reputation that seemed to grow with each passing month. ...
Author's Note: This story was inspired by this picture So, what have we here? A cute little cowgirl. Come over here, cowgirl. Mistress wants to play. Mmm, you have such nice big tits. They’re going to be so fun to squeeze. And such lovely hair, too! I just want to stroke it all day long. Let’s go over here away from everyone else. Whoa, careful on those little hooves! I’d hate to see my pretty little cowgirl fall and hurt herself. ...
Author's Note: That’s my first story, i hope you’ll have a nice time reading it. Events related in the story are partly true (i lived some of them) but strongly exagerated. Last things… i’m not english so be lenient when reading. _Update (2012/07/20):* Please forgive me for the delay since the last update.* Introduction My name is Matthew, I am 30 years old. As far as I can remember I’ve always been fascinated by BDSM. Even as a child, I already lost myself in daydreams where I was kidnapped by “bad guys” who sell me as an “object” or as a slave. My submissive nature was already there … ...
Wanda smiled brightly as she stepped from the elevator, greeting her husband’s secretary. “Agnes!” She beamed. “Long time no see!” Agnes looked up and gasped. “Mrs. Cartwright! What a pleasant surprise!” Wanda shrugged. “They’re pulling asbestos out of the air vents in my office so suddenly I find myself with an afternoon off. I thought I’d surprise Harry. With our conflicting work schedules, we hardly ever see each other.” Agnes looked over her notes. “He’s at a meeting right now, but I think he’s free for lunch. He should be done in a half hour or so. Would you like to wait in his office?” ...