Reluctant

Author's Note: Preliminary chapter of a new fantasy story I am writing. Please leave any kind of feedback so I can improve! Prologue I suppose my true story begins in 2015, but for you to all understand it better, a little back-story is required. Chapter One - A Life Changing Delivery It began, like most things, with a crossroads. I was 17, fresh out of education and wondering what to do with my life. It was the summer of 09 and everyone seemed contempt with what was going on, me of course, I had no freaking idea! I considered myself pretty good looking, I’d had plenty of girlfriends whilst growing up so I guess I was right there. I stood at 6"6, short black hair an average physique, topped off with some decent muscles earned with sweat and tears from 4 years of ...

Chapter 1 Tammy, a very educated 24 year old lawyer (soon to be married) had an awful verbal fight with her handsome young 23 year old boyfriend. She decided to get in her car and go for a ride to clear her mind. While driving for nearly 15 minutes, the rain became a monsoon and caused her to veer from the road and end up in a ditch. She began walking in the torrential downpour when she noticed an upscale community with multi-million dollar homes. As Tammy came up on the neighborhood she noticed one home that was still lit up it was already 1:00 AM and she saw the mailbox with the name of Mrs Joan Caldwell. Nervous and wet , Tammy figured she might as well knock on the door and get help and also get out of the rain. Her cell phone she forgot back at home and what good was that doing her now. Tammy softly knocked on the door when a woman in her mid 60’s came to the door in a robe and asked how she could help. Tammy explained her predicament and asked if she could contact her boyfriend by using a phone to call him. ...

Friday afternoons at work always tick by slowly. Even more slowly when you’re counting down the hours to fetish party that’s been on your mind all week. I checked the clock: 3:30pm. The party didn’t begin until ten. My experience thus far with such parties had been uniformly negative: sad, droopy older people and a ratio of men to women that was downright alarming. This was different. I had received a private invite from a group I’d found through a contact on Fetlife: unadvertised, with a strict age limit of 35, and a roughly even split of the sexes. ...

Author's Note: This story is fan fiction from the U.S. television sitcom “Laverne & Shirley”, and is meant to get stay consistent with the show’s theme and tone that takes place in the late 1950s/early 1960s. Therefore, it’s PG-rated at most, and may not be for everyone. They were the best of friends since elementary school growing up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin who complemented each other in personality and appearance. There was demure Cindy Feeney, who stood about 5 foot 4 inches tall, with short yet stylish brown hair that ended around the base of her neck, a slender frame, with fair skin and blue eyes. She dreamt of being swept off her feet by a handsome doctor, settling down somewhere warm to raise a family. And of course, there was her best friend in the world, Laverne De Fazio, who stood 5 foot 6 inches tall, with long sandy brown hair, brown eyes, with an average yet tomboyish frame and build. Streetwise and tough, Laverne always made sure no one picked on Shirley. In turn, Shirley kept Laverne away from the bad influences that would’ve ruined her life as a teenager. ...

Part 1 I decided to write this story to tell how two entirely separate interests – my love of bondage and my boyfriend’s love of women in uniforms – combined to form something much more powerful and exciting than the constituent parts. My name is Gayle Travers and I’m a red-headed Welsh woman. In this country, that is a dictionary definition of ‘feisty’ – or, as we say here, stroppy bitch with attitude. When I was growing up, all my heroes were feisty women – on TV, in films, in books, in comics – and they were strong, assertive and independent, right up to the point where they were caught by the baddies (usually men) and tied up. In some cases, they escaped on their own but in most cases they had to be rescued by the hero. So when I was a kid, I always wanted to play with the boys and get tied up. If I managed to escape, that was great, I’d basically won my battle against the baddies. If I didn’t manage to escape, that was great too, as I had to suffer whatever punishment or torture they chose, whether it was tickling, being left tied up for hours or, on one memorable occasion, being lightly spanked. ...

Author's Note: Kelly and I go on our first movie date, and she finds out that she’s unstoppable. Kelly came to visit me again and says she wants to see a new movie that’s out called “Unstoppable”, well I’m ever the gracious host so I’m going to take her. What she doesn’t know yet is that I’m going to make sure that it’s an experience she won’t forget. I catch her getting out of the shower, before she even has a chance to grab her towel off the bar; I grab her wrists and cuff them behind her back. She starts mouthing off about needing to dry her hair, when I clamp my hand over her mouth and tell her sharply to shut up and mind her place. I turn her towards the vanity mirror and start drying her off, gently rubbing her body with the towel. She starts to relax and enjoy the sensual attention I giving her, caressing her smooth, soft skin with some extra love and caring as I reach her breasts. She moans softly as I work my way down her stomach and between her thighs, teasing her lightly with my fingers, before working down her legs to her feet. ...

I had not taken a vacation the last few years and now I was flying out of the country, to Canada, for ten days. I told my family and friends that I was going to northern California and the Pacific Northwest. The reason for the lie was that I was going to spend the week with a Dominatrix as her slave boy. A secret I have kept from my family and friends. I had met her on the Internet and we had chatted on-line as well as spoken a few times over the phone. She was single, Dominant, into bondage and was a member if a B&D club. She assured me that my fantasies of public humiliation and bondage would become realities, a long way from home. ...

Chapter I Good morning babe! Watcha doin? Hiya Sexy! just laying in bed thinking about you. Watcha wearing? Yes, I still have them on.. I can’t believe it! It’s been four days! You told me not to take them off until I saw you again! Good boy. Do you like the way they feel as much as you thought you might? What I said was I didn’t think it was fair that girls underwear was made of sexier fabrics than boys. ...

Author's Note: I am from a non english speaking country so please forgive some bad grammar and enjoy the story. Hi dear readers. My mane is Leonard (called Leo by my friends) and I live in a town in the south of Sweden. So I hope that you will overlook my grammar. When I grew up my family lived just 200 m from my parent’s best friends, the Josefsson who have a doter named Veronica. She and I are born just one month from each other, me being the oldest. ...

Author's Note: Virtual reality has become one of the fastest growing fields in the computer science industry. The technology is so advanced that the latest models are capable of simulating nearly anything, enough to make the game world all but indistinguishable from reality. The Sherbrook Institute uses the latest in cutting-edge VR to offer almost any erotic experience imaginable. Anything, no matter how hedonistic, sadistic, or immoral. Chapter 1 - Father and Daughter Bonding ...