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: I’m quite new to writing erotic stories, and this trilogy is my first attempt at writing a multi-part story. I’m keen to receive feedback from people who read my stories. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Please let me know what you think for each part of the story. Part One Sophie put the meal that she had just prepared on a tray and carried it through into the lounge so that she could sit and watch television while she ate. She started to watch the news, but there didn’t seem to be any new news. The news bulletin on the TV was talking about the same things that it had covered yesterday. Soon she changed channel and watched the latest episode of a soap. ...
Author's Note: Just the start of something I hope to take much further, let me know what you think. R Part One - Friday 5ft 6", 9 stone, the pitch black hair that usually hung to just below her shoulder blades was currently in a ponytail sticking out the top of a tight leather hood which fit her flawlessly. A bulge where you would guess her mouth to be confirmed the presence of her least favourite ball gag, a two and a half inch hard rubber ball that kept her mouth uncomfortably wide open. A series of black leather straps, two running along her cheeks buckling behind her head, and another under her chin with two from either side of her mouth joining above her nose and running along the top of her head, held the ball deep in her mouth. Underneath the form fitting hood was a pair of gorgeous brown eyes that were almost impossible to put a blindfold over, some similarly delicious cheek bones and a subtly angled jawline that was just as sexy in public as it was stretched out by a gag. ...
Chapter 1 It was a warm day, one that was rare to enjoy this late in the year. The joy and excitement I felt inside was not from the wonderful day but my first day of college. With the iron rule of my parents were far behind me now, only good times lay ahead, at least according to my sister. Karen is a few years older then myself and went to college in Boston to escape our parents as well. While they were only in upstate New York, it was too far to drive for a weekend visit, or worse yet, a surprise visit. ...
Contest Entry for the ‘Script your own Video’ Contest Visit our contest sponsor, Quality Control Terri climbed the massive stone steps that rose toward the entrance of the Institute of Modern Art. Winter had come early this year and had brought with it the first snow of the season. The bitter wind seemed to ignore the multiple layers of clothing she had wrapped tightly around her body. Pushing her way through the revolving door, she was greeted by a pleasant blast of warm air. ...
Stacy swallowed hard as the door hissed open. She had to do it. They had made an agreement. This was the only way. She took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold. Apart from the light flooding in through the door behind her, the room was pitch black. It was difficult to tell how large the room was, or if there was anything in it. Stacy took another deep breath. The only way to go was forward. ...
“Good morning, beautiful,” came Pauline’s voice, rousing me from my sleep and closely followed by a tender kiss on the lips - there is no better way to wake up. I returned her kiss. I couldn’t do much else, since she was pinning my arms to my sides under the duvet with her thighs. I opened my eyes and looked into hers with a smile. “What time is it?” I asked, taking the opportunity to look her up and down - she was dressed for work, most noticeably in an obscenely-short skirt which showed off her tanned legs. ...
Author's Note: Sorry to not finish this sooner. Part 1 Sitting on the low couch, I picked up the shiny bodystocking and pulled it up my legs. I knew the day I had planned would be long so I tried to get dressed as quickly as possible so I couldn’t back out. After pulling the tight nylon over my perky breasts, my nipples stood straight out and pulled against the light material. I reached behind to pull up the zipper leaving only my crotch exposed to the warm morning air. ...
Prologue: a customer calls I dialed the number she had left, a mobile one of course. The first call is never from the home phone. A friendly voice answered, which got a bit nervous once I had said who I was calling for. This was always the case: it takes a bit of courage to call upon our services the first time, and when we call to make an actual appointment, one is suddenly confronted with the consequences of a choice. ...