Beth stared drunkenly at the claustrophobic cell she was imprisoned within, and for the thousandth time since awakening she wondered how she had arrived at this point in her life. The cell was only about 6 feet by 6 feet in length and width, and about twice that in height. A dingy yellow light bulb glowed constantly from behind a metal wire guard in the center of the ceiling, casting everything into a dim yellowish light with deep shadows. ...
Author's Note: Synopsis: Two Les lovers and their shady druggy companion spend a weekend of S&M fun in a secluded retreat. And are set upon by sadistic Les bikers. Part 1 Pulling into the Safeway parking lot, I could barely contain my excitement. It was Friday morning and the start of a long weekend of camping and partying. As I entered the store I made my way to the liquor section and grabbed two large bottles of Patrone tequila and two large bottles of Crown Royal. Several bags of ice, some sodas and several gallons of bottled water rounded out my purchases. ...
Author's Note: This is the first half of the full story, part 1 of 2. Part 2 is in progress of writing up. The story is true, non fiction. Part 1 It’s a beautiful warm mid summers day in a quiet secluded parkland, trees all around me providing shade. I look around only to see trees, open spaces and a drive path just ahead of me that passes me from left to right that has a large shelter on the left side with park benches in it and a car park on it’s left side. The right side of the drive path leads out of my view, is the exit to this area leads to the main road. ...
Author's Note: I’ve been writing all my life. But this is my first try at erotic fiction. I wanted to do something kind of different (we all hope what we write is “different,” don’t we?). It’s 100% fiction, but it is inspired by a real break up. It was also inspired in some way by Jack Ketchum’s “The Girl Next Door.” I read it a few months ago, and at first was turned on by the girl being tied up in the basement. But as her torture got worse and worse (and explicit in some cases), I grew more and more uncomfortable. I wanted to touch on what happens when fantasy becomes nightmare. ...
Author's Note: All is not what Erica imagines. After a night of blissful sex, she is betrayed and forced into an unimaginable life of bondage and torture Part 1 Erica stirs and reaches out for the warm body next to her. Ed is still sleeping soundly after their night of wild abandoned sex. They had met at a birthday party the night before and he had charmed her the entire night. He was handsome and had a great body to go with it and she eventually gave into his charms and had followed him home for the night. ...
Janet didn’t know what to think. She was cleaning out the front seat of the car when she stuck her hand down between the seat and back and came out with the pair of panties. Not her panties. Not her scent on them. And Don had been the only other driver of the car. Suddenly she started to wonder about the car pool he had joined a month back. She had thought at the time it was odd that he had to drive most of the time, and it had played hob with the family schedule that he had to be out of the house an hour earlier and get home later, but they coped with it. Now of course, that all took on a darker significance. ...
Part 1 Darlene and Pauline had been best friends since they were kids. They were playing one day, Darlene made a joke about how their names rhymed, and they immediately hit it off. They were very different. Darlene was a beautiful girl with big blue eyes, blonde hair, and smooth, satin skin while Pauline was “plain” with moose brown hair and needed to wear nerdy glasses. The differences grew as they did. Darlene grew into a hotty with the kind perfect body that men drooled over and masturbated to. Poor Darlene reached a certain size and stopped growing. “Preteen Pauline” was her nickname in high school, while her best friend was called “Drop Dead Sexy Darlene”, or “Darl” or “Darly” as she sometimes like to be called. ...
Author's Note: This is my first erotic story. Judging from the typical content on this website it will be rather extreme for most readers. The character of Bianca has obviously been inspired by the most beautiful fetish model of my lifetime. All the other events and details simply represent my ultimate fantasy if I was in fact so lucky to actually be Bianca, or her new Mistress. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am certainly not the most skilled writer in the world. Enjoy!! ...
Author's Note: Based off a true event with some exaggerations for storytelling purposes Any and all feedback would be appreciated, leaving my email if you want to chat or have further comments Nobody likes a big mouth. At least, that’s something seemingly everyone else seemed to know from the start apart from me. Ever since I was a little kid I had a habit of being a grass. Whether I was telling my aunts or mom about whatever mischievous activities my cousins were getting up to, or telling my teachers which friends were messing around or who hadn’t done their homework, I got a certain indescribable joy from being a snitch, despite everyone always warning me, “One day your big mouth is gonna land you in trouble.” But I didn’t care, I never thought it would cause me any problems until one day it was too late. ...
Author's Note: Yet another chapter added to this dark story. As before I must emphasize that this is purely a work of fiction. It would not be nice to do this to another person in reality. So don’t do it. I Hannah Gehringer was the first person in my life - and, until today, possibly the *only* person in my life - whom I hated so much that I wanted her dead. After what she had done to Thomas, after it sank in that she had destroyed his life, I saw her face in every dream I had. I became obsessed. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about her, from staring at her on college campus whenever she passed me, from parking my old, shabby VW Polo in front of her student’s home at nights. I would sit in the shadows, watch her window and try to collect enough courage to climb out of my car and knock at her door and, when she eventually opened, beat her up. ...