It was a perfect day for reading, at least, that is what Erika thought. Looking out of her used bookstore window at the gray drizzle that cloaked the morning, she thought it gave the old main street a forlorn Dickensian look. On a day like today, she could see herself curled up in her armchair with a Kay Hooper mystery and a glass of wine. Too bad nobody else this morning felt that same way. The drizzle seemed to keep everyone inside. ...
Part 1 I had known Lois for almost 8 years. We’d been living close to each other when I was 24 she was 29. At that time she’d just broken up from her long-time boyfriend and we’d had something of a chemistry to say the least. It was absolutely electric. I fancied the pants off her, she had something about her that just made me excited and more, it was an immensely strong attraction… she certainly gave me plenty to think about. ...
Author's Note: This is a slow-paced, sensual fantasy. If you’re looking for a fast romp, look elsewhere. It does, however, cut right to the chase. No mucking about with lengthy backstories, breast sizes, or body weights. So… The story is written entirely from a first-person narrative, but that person switches a number of times throughout. I spend most of my time narrating from the girl’s perspective, though, since I find that more interesting. You’ll hopefully notice that I tried to capture the focus of each character with my narrative - as the female, I spend most of the time describing what she thinks, feels, and sees around her. As the male, I spend most of the time describing the female. Males are a narrow-minded species, after all. ;) ...
Author's Note: The current setting is… fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I’m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn. Chapter One: Acquisition Lord Charles Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter’s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn’t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family ...
Author's Note: Two months into her training and Alice starts to learn more about deceit A combination of rain and sleet splattered against the windscreen as Katie drove both of them to work. Alice sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window and reflecting on what had happened in the past two months since she’d gone into slavery. It had certainly been hectic, with a lot to learn. At times it had been painful, at times frustrating, but overall she knew that back on that Friday evening she’d made the right choice…………. made a good decision in her life. ...
Chapter 1: The Barbeque I was surrounded by dozens of aliens. I could tell they were aliens by the shape of their heads and by their language. I felt very nervous, almost claustrophobic, even though we were at an outdoor barbeque. I edged closer to my protector. One of the male aliens spoke to me, but I couldn’t understand him. I had been instructed not to upset them, so I smiled and nodded as if I agreed with him. ...
Author's Note: My first stab at submitting a story, so I’d love feedback. It’s a pretty innocent story, so far anyway :) Part 1 That was the unassuming name of the fitness class I had chosen. Why did I choose it over the others? It was the only one I had actually heard of before, mentioned by the wife of a colleague at a boring work event. And she didn’t look particularly fit and healthy. I mean, she was skinny and all that, but I just assumed the class couldn’t have been that hard if she was continuing to do it. She called it ‘unconventional’, but if we spent the whole time sitting around eating tea leaves and chanting I wouldn’t care … you see, this was a work initiative. HR had decided that to keep everyone’s minds healthy, we all had to sign up for at least one fitness class. Annoyingly, they would also be liaising with the fitness instructors to make sure we completed our classes, with the threat of repercussions if we didn’t. I can’t imagine how much time they wasted on this stupid idea, but somewhere some sycophant probably got promoted for it. It you want to save money, sack the guy who came up with this idea… ...
Author's Note: A short story I wrote a while back. This is one of my first pieces, and could do with a little more polish, but I hope you enjoy even without it! The day has finally arrived - the day I plan to spend securely hogtied, unable to touch myself in any of the ways that I want. I had decided on a classic hogtie, locking padded leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and pinning everything together behind my back using a single handcuff ratchet. Aesthetically, I would prefer the handcuffs to tighten directly on my skin, with the chain of my leg restraints looped around the cuffs, but I find that fighting cold steel leaves painful marks that raise too many difficult questions. ...
Chapter 1 Amber tapped her pen on the side of her seat impatiently, waiting for her plane to land, waiting to see her family after so long. Until now, Amber had been a student at a prestigious girls school, Oakrite Academy, one for up and coming socialites with rich parents (like hers) that focused on decorum as much as it did writing and mathematics. But now she had finally graduated, only a few days before her eighteenth birthday. She had barely seen her family for years, other than on the occasional holiday, as she had lived close to the school in a small apartment that had been set up for her, under the supervision of the school’s staff. It had been rigidly structured, the staff strict, and overall not very much fun, and she was glad to be free of it, and it’s rules, regulations, and uniforms. She hadn’t even had a change of clothes, and was still wearing her school approved button down, plaid skirt, and stockings. ...
Author's Note: This started as an assignment Jalan (my owner) gave me: two pages of raunchy dialogue, with no further detail. I tend to be prudish–for a pervert–in my language and writing, so it’s not as “raunchy” as it could be, but practice! So you’ll note no stage setting or description, but pure dialogue. It’s also pretty much my first attempt at fiction. Scene 1 Diana: Bruce, you do know this rope can’t be broken, don’t you? ...