My New Anal Beads
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Chapter One
I write short stories for a living. It’s a modest living and it’s not likely I’ll ever be anything even approaching famous but it’s fun, profitable, I can work wherever I am and I can set my own schedule. How much better can it get than that? Well it certainly could be more profitable. My life style does not provide for high end cars, long exotic vacations or expensive toys but I have healthy savings and checking accounts and investments that I hope will provide for me by the time I’m fifty five.
Now for the part that might have you looking down your nose at me. I write romance and that’s not so bad right? I also write porn both soft and hard, each under a different name. Most of all I write what pleases me and I can have fun with. I can’t begin to guess how many times I’ve scrapped a half written story just because it wasn’t fun to write. If I have to labor over it I pitch it. Believe it or not I do invest emotion and thought in all of my stories no matter the category. I have to care about the characters or it’s hopeless.
I am under contract to Ardemus Grant Publishing and they like what I do. Jerry Grant is the owner and as you might have guessed Ardemus was his daddy. His wife Leanne is quite the woman and his former secretary and it was when she was his secretary that I first met her and fell in love again and again. I could watch her move around all day and not tire of it. She floats she doesn’t walk. She sings she doesn’t talk and she’s as tough as they come when she has to be.
I write anywhere from six to twenty short or not so short stories a year and maybe a full novel every two or three years. Oh yes and I’m divorced as of six months ago. I was caught with this oh so fine looking dumber than shit woman and that was all she wrote. Bad move on my part and an expensive one. Unfortunately I started to believe the crap I was writing. The writing was suffering and so was I so I guess it all works out for the best in the long run.
Rex, Jerry’s editor/vice president/adviser is a great guy and I’ve gotten drunk with him more than once. On his tab of course. That keeps me in and out. In the black and out of trouble. Back to Rex, he’s also recently divorced but it’s because he caught his wife banging a couple of other guys. I guess the national divorce statistics don’t lie. I’m presently between novels and knee deep in three romance stories. I need to get a porn story started one of these days but it has to feel right. My favorite thing to write is novel length romance with a decidedly adult slant. Read that as a little porn thrown in. That’s what I have the most fun with.
When I was married one of my favorite things to do when I could afford it was to rent a houseboat and spend a week on the water, cruising staying naked and writing. What a way to live. Trying to do that solo just doesn’t work believe me. Those damn rental house boats range from sixty to eighty five feet long and up to sixteen feet wide. Man could I write on those boats. I could have three or four stories going at the same time and during that period I did some of my best writing. Maybe I should get married just so I can have a partner on the houseboats and a little pussy too. Nah, I can’t afford another divorce never mind. Also those boats run from two thousand a week to over four thousand a week. I had to be damn sure I was ready to be serious about writing before I rented one of those things.
The reason I’m writing this rambling and slow moving preamble is to set the stage for one of the luckiest one time breaks of my not so short life. This will be a somewhat short story, more or less true, and for soon to be obvious reasons the names have been changed to protect my contract. I just wish I could have kept that lucky break as a permanent life style. Who am I kidding, that life style would have probably killed me in time.
Once I’ve finished a story, long or short I mail it off to Rex and wait for a check. If he doesn’t like it I hear from him within days so if there’s no call I’m usually good. Sometimes he calls and we go out for a drink and he hands me a check, sometimes it’s even dinner but mostly it’s a check in the mail. Right now he’s one behind so it better be dinner the next time.
Okay so on with my tale. I’ve finished a story and mailed it in and am waiting for a check as usual. It was a fairly long and I thought quite a good story of romance with just a touch of intrigue. I had every reason to hope for a rather long check in return but it was almost a month without hearing anything. When I finally did hear it was not from Rex but from Jerry Grant with an invitation for dinner. I was either getting a new or better contract, they wanted me to write more or my contract was not being renewed. No pressure there. When I called his office I told Molly his ugly secretary (Leanne is also smart) that I was available for dinner next week with Jerry per the invitation. When I tried to sweet talk her ugliness to learn a little of what to expect, I was brushed off like so much lint. It’s hard to be creative with that kind of pressure over me so I went to plan B. I got drunk with Rex on his tab. When he suggested I buy for a change I reminded him I couldn’t because he was one check behind. Timing is everything.
When the evening came for dinner with Jerry I dressed in my best duds, shined my shoes and even got a haircut. I’ve known Jerry for years but let’s face it he’s a busy man and to have an invitation to dinner with him these days is something special. Plus it’s free. I was at Armand’s On The Water at the proper time and was escorted to his table and I was more than pleased to see his lovely wife Leanne with him. When I got to the table Jerry rose, shook my hand and Leanne said, ‘Hi Otto’ with a heart melting smile. That was a joke between her and me that went way back and had something to do with all my pen names. My real name is Lonnie by the way.
Anyway I smiled and shook her hand saying, ‘Hi Leanne you look more beautiful every day and I hope I have the honor of seeing you for many years to come.’
‘Ever the spinner of words Lonnie, thank you for your kind ones.’
Jerry said, ‘Have a seat Lon what would be your pleasure?’
‘How about a Chivas Regal on the rocks.’ The waiter nodded and was off to do my bidding on Jerry’s tab. God I love this line of work.
There was an abundance of small talk over the next half hour as we waited for dinner. Jerry and Leanne were unpretentious, easy going and fun to talk with and we had fun talking about the early days when Jerry first took over from Ardemus and he was chasing Leanne. It’s a good thing I know how to keep my mouth shut. Dinner came and the talking slowed but didn’t stop. Their compliments on my writing were generous but seemed sincere complete with criticism about one from about six months ago. I knew why it was such a bomb but I just agreed with them and thought I’d spare them the details. Nobody likes to hear bad news.
Chapter Two
After dinner we had more drinks and talked for quite a while. Leanne was anything but window dressing so she was in the middle of it a lot of the time. When the subject of some of my romance stories came up she complimented me saying, ‘You do such a nice job with romance, you must be dynamite with the ladies these days.’
‘No honey Lon is married,’ Jerry offered.
‘Well not exactly. I was until six months ago.’ Jerry was quick if nothing else.
‘Six months ago, there’s that number again. Any connection with the bad story?’
‘Most likely a big connection.’
‘Sorry to hear it Lon, did you come out of it all right?’
‘I lost my financial ass but I’ll survive. Rita will survive quite nicely. It was my fault and there are no hard feelings on my part.’
Leanne continued, ‘I still think you have a wonderful sensitivity when you write the feminine side.’
‘Thank you Leanne I take that as high praise.’ Jerry changed the subject a
nd said, ‘I think I remember that you used to rent houseboats once in a while and do some of your writing there.’
‘I sure did. To me that was the perfect place to write. I did more and better writing there than anywhere else.’
‘I take it you don’t rent them anymore.’
‘No it takes at least two to handle those things and it is just no fun alone. What’s the point of being naked for a week by yourself other than a killer tan.’
‘Lon do you have to be anyplace for a while?’
‘No not me. I’m as footloose as you can get right now.’ Let’s go back to the house and continue this conversation over brandy.’ I hadn’t been to their house in years.
‘I’d like that, I could talk houseboats all night long.’
With Jerry leading in his Mercedes we went the ten miles out to their house. I usually stay in hotels in Chicago that are no bigger but they just call it the house. After parking and having Maria, the oh so pretty maid bring us brandy, the three of us got comfortable and continued the conversation. ‘So these houseboats are a little tough to handle I take it.’
‘No not really but when you want to tie off to shore you need one at the helm and one or more working the ropes. I suppose the dock hands could do it solo but I never could. The dock master always instructed a minimum of two people. On the water they handle like a dream.’
‘What did you do besides write out there?’
‘Laid naked in the sun, swam, skinny dipped actually, cruised up and down the several hundred miles of shoreline and went to the local restaurants at the marinas every so often. I used to fish a little but was so bad at it I gave up and stuck with skinny dipping and writing.
Leanne said, ‘You make it sound so relaxing and private.’
‘It’s totally relaxing and if it’s privacy you want you just tie off in a small bay and it’s yours for as long as you’re there. Nobody ever horned in on us or cramped our life style. I’ve floated naked clear across lagoons the size of small lakes and never worried about it. I suppose if the marinas are renting all their boats it could get a little hard to find those bays and lagoons but I never experienced that.’
‘What about TV and radio?’
‘Nope, the stations are too far to get more than one or two stations. The only TV is if you use videotape or DVD’s unless you rent their flag ship eighty two footer.’
‘You really are on your own then.’
‘Pretty much yes.’
Maria magically appeared and added brandy to our glasses and disappeared. ‘So Lon what are you doing now that you’re divorced?’
‘At the moment not much. I was getting sloppy with my writing and I’m trying to get back on track with that, doing research and trying to regain my rhythm. Without that I have to work too hard and that’s not my style.’
Jerry sat up straight and said, ‘Oh before I forget, Rex asked me to give you this and said you had to buy the drinks the next time, no excuses, whatever he was talking about.’
‘It’s a game we play and I usually win. Leanne I wanted to comment as soon as I walked in, this house is like you, never changing except for the better. It’s beautiful.’
Leanne smiled her biggest smile yet. ‘Thank you Lonnie that helps me. Jerry wanted me to redecorate and I’m resisting. You’ve just helped my cause.’
I turned to Jerry and with a smile said, ‘Jerry remember, women are always right.’ Jerry laughed and nodded in agreement.
I kept getting the feeling that there was something else they wanted to talk to me about but it wasn’t forthcoming so I finally stood and said, ‘I’ve taken advantage of your hospitality long enough and will leave so you can rest. I can’t thank you two enough for a wonderful evening and allowing me to drone on about houseboating. It could become a passion of mine if I were to give it free reign. I’ve even been kicking a story idea around involving houseboats.’ They had walked me to the door and as I walked out I said, ‘Goodnight and thanks again.’ Going home I thought about the evening and I was more sure than ever that they had something on their minds. It was anybody’s guess what though.
For the next few weeks all was quiet and routine. I had started what I hoped would become a novel, the weather was getting better as it as it showed the promise of spring and I had twice dated Amy, a very fine looking woman with long dark hair and a penchant for making love. To make it even better she was fun to be with anytime. Oh yes and I was on the fifth week of working out at the gym with a personal trainer that I called Gunter. I could never remember his real name and he didn’t care as long as I did as I was told and slipped him a generous tip regularly. I was feeling fit and full of energy.
I think it was a Wednesday evening, but it doesn’t matter I guess, and I met Amy at the Squatter’s Rights restaurant for dinner. She looked wonderful with her olive complexion, long dark hair and white pantsuit. She made heads turn including mine. Once seated and drinks ordered I told her about wanting to rent a houseboat one day and wondered if she would be my first mate for a week. When I described what it was like she was all for it. One whole week with Amy naked just might keep me from getting any writing done at all but we writers do have a cross to bear sometimes. ‘Tell me again about the sunning deck Lonnie.’
‘It’s as long as the houseboat, usually carpeted and about fifteen feet above the water with a flying bridge at the front.’
‘So you can lay naked up there and nobody will know?’
‘Absolutely as long as you don’t get up of course.’
‘And you can be naked in the water?’
‘Amy honey you could go for a week and never get dressed if that was your goal.’ ‘God that sounds like heaven to me.’
‘Having you naked with me for a week sounds like heaven to me too.’ I got a sexy smile for that one. When we went back to my place after dinner the conversation went back to the houseboats a couple more times over the course of the evening and again after we made love. I knew then that before summer was over the two of us would be on a boat and naked. It was almost hard to fall asleep that night just thinking about that. Life was getting better and better.
Chapter Three
Within a few days of the date with Amy I received an invitation to Jerry and Leanne’s house for dinner for that Saturday evening, very casual. I called with my RSVP right away because I was sure that whatever was on their minds before would be coming out at or after dinner. If I was wrong so what, I would still get to see Leanne, but I was anxious to satisfy my curiosity. With all the questions about houseboats it likely had something to do with that. Most likely they were going to rent one of the biggest ones and wanted to learn all they could so they’d know if they needed a crew to run it for them. Hell Maria could be the cook and the pilot and their gardener could be the rope man and helper. Of course that would make it pretty tough for Leanne to skinny dip or sun naked assuming she wanted to do those things.
They always say dress for success so Saturday evening I dressed in the most casual slacks I had and a new Ralph Loren polo shirt and new shoes and headed to their house. I arrived at six exactly and was greeted by none other than Leanne herself. I got a nice kiss on the cheek and a chance to learn what angels smell like. She led me to the den where Jerry was reading and the three of us settled down with drinks served by pretty Maria. If it seems to you I like women you’d be close. I love women. I love to love women, I love to make love to women I love to meet new women. They are God’s nearest thing to perfection to me and I want to taste every one of them before I die or I want to die trying to taste everyone of them, something like that. Jerry raised his glass to me in silent toast and I tasted a wonderful wine. It had the darkest most beautiful ruby red color I’d ever seen and the flavor just
danced on my tongue. ‘Jerry, Leanne if die right now I’ll be happy. This wine is by far the smoothest, finest I’ve ever tasted. If I were to guess I’d have to say it’s a Shiraz.’
‘Thank you we’re glad you approve. We think it is too and you are absolutely right it is a Shiraz.’
‘The hard part with this wine would be to stop before over indulging.’
Jerry and Leanne smiled and Leanne said, ‘It’s happened on an occasion or two that we didn’t stop in time.’
‘With wine that makes a wonderful trip but a horrible destination.’
‘Isn’t that the truth.’
Dinner was called and we made our way to dinner in the sun room or the summer room or whatever they called it. It had a view of the pool and the landscaping as it draped itself over a rolling hillside. A perfect setting for a casual dinner. Dinner was light but wonderful with a spicy dish that stood shoulder to shoulder with the Shiraz. With beautiful Leanne near me it was hard to imagine anything better than this at the moment. Well being with naked Amy was pretty high on the list too.
After dinner we were served brandy and Jerry suggested we take a walk outside for some fresh air. We slowly strolled side by side down a wide wandering path toward that hillside, Leanne’s arm through mine on one side and Jerry’s on her other as he and I sipped brandy and the three of us talked.
Jerry said, ‘Lon you look like you’re working out.’
‘Thank you I’ve been using a trainer to get back in shape. It helps my mind, which helps my writing, which helps my pocket. I guess the trainer is paying his own fees in a way.’
That made Jerry and Leanne laugh and he asked, ‘Have you started any major writing projects lately?’
‘I’ve started what I hope will become a novel but that remains to be seen in the coming months.’
‘Do you golf?’
‘I’ve chased that little white ball around that big green lawn with holes in it a few times but I’d hate to call it golf. I couldn’t seem to develop the passion and determination to improve so I quit. I admire the pros and the phenomenal shots they make that’s for sure.’
‘Lon as we remember you do have a passion for honoring confidences and keeping your word.’
‘I do have yes. I owe that to my mother I guess. If I learn something and common sense tells me or if I’m asked to keep it to myself that’s all that need be said and if I say I’ll do something or not do something it’s settled. I don’t break my word period. I don’t have a lot and if I don’t honor a promise I have nothing at all. I am nothing at all. Nothing but a failure that is.’
After stopping for a minute and sipping the brandy, which I’m not at all crazy about by the way, we continued on. Nobody spoke for a minute or two and then Jerry said, ‘Leanne and I have been thinking about your tales of houseboating Lon and we have decided we’d very much enjoy just getting away from everything and everybody for a week. I have some writing I want and need to do and Leanne wants to get her annual dose of radiation in one week, skinny dip and just enjoy herself. Where this is all leading Lon is we wondered if we could convince you to join us and show us how it’s done. We’d be equal partners in the cooking and cleaning but we were hoping you’d do most of the piloting of the boat and we’d help with the tying off as you called it. You can work on your writing as much as you want or as little as you want. You don’t have to let us know right away but we’d like to make the plans soon.’
‘I don’t have to think about it, I’d love it.’ With a very warm smile Leanne asked,
‘When do you suggest we go?’
‘Well if we wait until the end of June or later the water will be nice and warm but the kids will be out of school and the lake will be busier and will stay that way until mid August. Once the kids are back in school in August the crowds go down but the lake is still warm until sometime late in September if I remember correctly. It just depends on what’s more important to you. For sun tans, skinny dipping and loafing you can’t beat the summer and if you choose a spot to tie off early enough you can still get a lot of privacy.’
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Sneaking back to her tent was a simple matter. Nathaniel had demonstrated his abilities back in Denerim, and he’d been half-starved and weakened from weeks of torture at the time. Now only her own, considerable skills even allowed her to follow him when he disappeared into the shadows of the darkened camp. It would have been even easier, if not for the slight shaking in her hands, and the queasy sort of quaking in her stomach. It had been a long time since she’d had nerves related to going to...
He released her arms with a huff, unable to keep the serious frown on his face. Leliana had a gift – one of many, he admitted – for making him laugh, something no one had really been able to do in years. It felt good, even if it was entirely inappropriate in the middle of an intimate ... interlude. It wasn’t better that he was half-naked and more than half-hard from the sinful feeling of her hands on his skin. He’d let her take the lead at every step so far in their relationship, terrified...
She thought she would lose her mind; he’d played with her body, driving her mad with teasing licks and touches for what felt like hours, until she couldn’t take it anymore. He’d reclaimed her free hand, so she could do nothing but wriggle and pant under his talented lips and fingers. “Nathaniel, please!” she gasped, and finally – finally! – she felt his hand creeping lower, across her smooth stomach to the gap between her thighs. He paused to stroke over her mound, stirring the hairs there...
Finally buried inside her, the heat and damp of her, like a tight velvet glove, was nearly his undoing. He clenched his hands, his nails digging into his palms painfully, as he struggled to think of something – anything – else to distract him from his imminent need. And then she moved, rising up slowly and slamming back down until her skin impacted against his thighs, and he almost shouted. The woman he’d been dreaming of for months was in his lap, making love to him, and he was about to...
“Nathaniel,” she sighed, her tone embarrassingly breathy. She was overwrought, her aching muscles clenching every time she touched herself, every time he buried himself inside her; she didn’t think she could firm up her voice if her life depended on it. It was too much, but at the same time it was too good to stop – she never wanted him to stop. This was her punishment, she was sure of it. He was trying to pleasure her until she gave out. And as much as they’d both been joking about the...
She kissed him one more time, her heart feeling like it was overflowing. Things had moved so fast, but the only thing she regretted was that they’d waited so long. He was everything she had expected – methodical, deliberate, passionate – and so much more. She was anxious for the future; it was easy to say they didn’t care what others thought, and yet harder to live by – and they both had responsibilities. But she’d decided she’d cross those bridges when she came to them. The Maker had...
Madeline brushed her long black hair away from her face, as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her round face, button nose, rose colored lips, and sapphire blue eyes were the envy of many women, half her age. At forty-five, she still considered her five foot five, body voluptuous, with all the curves in the right places. She applied just enough make-up to be alluring. Straighten her blouse; that contained her well endowed breasts, and checked her skirt. After that she donned four inch...
FetishCopyright (c) 2003, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved. Why would a mature woman find pleasure in resisting her desires? I ask myself that question about three times a day, and usually my family has to suffer the answer. I know I am not normal. No responsible mother would risk her children's future sexuality simply to resolve emotional troubles that have haunted her since her own childhood. My mother drank because my father liked to fuck drunk women. They would carouse the night away while I...
Kathy cackled as Daddy and Grand Dad wrestled Billy into position bottoms up across the leather-covered horse. "He's all your," Grand Dad told Mrs. Potter respectfully, "I've heard good things about your technique." "And I about yours," Mrs. Potter returned the complement. "It's an honour to be in the presence of such a grand master. Perhaps we can compare notes some time." "I'd be delighted, Madam." "Oh my," Mrs. Potter eyed the exquisite welt Grand Dad had tattooed...
This is a story brought about by friendship of a woman of my acquaintance. Though it is purely fictional, it was not conceived without reason or thoughts of the adventurous tale told of a bond that should never be; regardless of how much the glory of fulfillment might drive friends to seek it. It had been a year and more since I met her at work, her name, though I will change it to protect the innocence of her reputation will be known as Brenda. Mine, as usual is rarely the same twice in a...
TabooHi, guys Smita here. This is a long story so I will release it in parts. This is my story which took place in my life 10 years ago. It is still going on within the family (in-laws). I am 36 years old now. I am from Belgaum but did most of my schooling in Goa at my aunt’s place. I am a BBA graduate. I had many adventures during my college time which I will narrate in another story. I was the more of a party girl and a girl who always used to hang out with boys. I am 5’4 inches tall, with small...
IncestThe nice gentleman cleared his throat. He was wearing a Hawaiian Shirt and cargo shorts like a typical tourist at the beach. I am not good at small talk. I must have one of those faces where people feel the need to come up and talk to me about their day and what is going on. I usually make it very clear I am not interested in conversation or shooting the breeze. I’d prefer people just get right to the point if they have a question or fuck right off. I instinctively knew that was my old...
Hi this is Rajesh from Hyderabad I am very submissive by nature so any dominant women who can make me her slave from Hyderabad mail me to Coming to the story from my engineering 3rd year I saw femdom videos and very eager to do femdom things so after I finished my engineering I shifted to Hyderabad and posted an add in local site that I want to be dominated by women I didn’t have any response for one week but one day a women messaged me and we exchanged numbers she asked me to send pics and I...
I am raj from kolkata jaise ki aap log jante hai ki mai kolkata mai rehta ho meri story aap logo ko bhout pasend aa rehi hai uske liya thanks aur mujhe kai female ke mail aaye hai sex ke offer ke liye wo bhi aapni city mai mujhe bulana chati hai aur mai geya coz life mai maje kero.ab mai aap ko apna ekk encounter beta reha ho lakin eska mai nahi us ledy ka mobile noo. Mera name raj hai aor main shida shada ladka hun. To sabse pahle main aap sab land walo aor chut walion ko apne khade land ka...
It truly was an accident. My wife's family has a cabin in the woods about 6.5 hours from where we live. I had been travelling for work, and my wife had asked me to meet her at the cabin for a "hot sexy weekend" to catch up on time away from each other. The drive would be even longer for me coming from 2 states over. The mix-up was that I thought she had said this weekend. But she meant next weekend. Somehow we weren't on the same page when we spoke, and she had meant for me to come home, and...
I met my future wife at university through a mutual friend. It was summer and the tight singlet she wore clung to her 19 year old C cup tits. I knew I wanted a piece of that. Being a conservative farm girl, she was still a virgin. On our first date I got a feel of her tight little muff. I remember thinking it was by far the smallest pussy I had ever come across; I could barely get a single finger up her, despite her opening her legs in the car and bearing down while I was driving and...
We got a newcomer, Jimmy Michaels, on the bus. This young guy is here to fuck some girls. We find Ava Sinclaire jogging on the streets. We convince her to get in the van. Once inside Jimmy works his magic. He tells Ava he’s a virgin! She feels bad for him. So she takes off her top to help the cause. She has giant bouncy tits. Jimmy laches on to her boob. She loves it. She begs to fucked by him. He’s more than happy to comply. He fucks her perfect pussy in six different ways. So much...
xmoviesforyouI got my reputation as a nerd early in life - before I was even out of grade school. Both of my parents were college professors and they saw to it that studious habits were deeply instilled in me. Another thing that they insisted on was a well-rounded education and so while the other kids in the neighborhood were out playing sandlot baseball or shooting hoops on some school playground I was being exposed to culture. With my parents dragging me along we spent entire weekends in museums. We...
My name is Allen. I am a black man, 6', 245. shaved head, cock and balls, 9" cock, very thick with huge balls. I am married to a beautiful black woman. Her name is Heather. She is 5'8", 145 pounds, nice round DD tits with fat long nipples, thick tight body and a full round tight ass that I love shoving my fat black cock balls deep in. Also she has a fat 8" cock. Yes my wife is a Translady. To be honest, I didn't know she was a he until our fourth date. I met her at one of the clothing stores I...
Snuff Flight by Impaler49152 in October 2014 Sandy was excited. Her first flight as an official trainee stewardess would take off in a couple of minutes. She still could not belive she got this job. As a college dropout her chances of getting a well paid job were very narrow. But somehow she managed to get this job, with a little help from her college friend Jennifer who got her the job interview with her boss. The fact that she agreed to meet him after work at one of the...
CHAPTER 10 The stadium started to file out. I thought about my options which really were nothing good. I knew I really only had one that could get me out of this mess, but as the same time it would just give me a whole other mess to deal with. But I would rather deal with it then have my mother find out about her son. So I broke down, reached into my purse and pulled out my cell phone. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. "Pick up, pick up!" I said to myself. "Hello." "Hey Mike, it's me...
Chapter 3 After the encounter, I knew my worldview shifted. That goat creature had ruthlessly crushed my old life's paradigm. Being a voracious reader of fantasy, I understood there might be more to this world, "There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio' and all of that but at no time did I actually believe it to become my reality? I also tried not to think about it, or give it a name. Names would give it power; however, I knew such thoughts were useless. With my old...
~~Beatrice~~ Beatrice had no idea Dolareido had so many dark, hidden corners. “You Carthians. It will never cease to amaze me how much you want to adapt the modern,” Jacob said. “Modern?” The two of them were deep into North Side, and probably near the edge of the city. It was a big city; she’d never been out this far. “That you would take a car, instead of this!” The crazy Nosferatu gave that weird chuckle of his, and jumped. With the old, dark robes he was wearing, he looked like a...
In the chill of the barracks, there was warmth that could only be found in the embrace of another. Thale had learned that in the early days, when he had been brutalized by a training regime focused on determining his talents. He could still remember the day that everything changed. He had been a child - maybe twelve, thirteen cycles. The training master, a Knight by the name of Rentaro, had been putting the newest penitents through a device called the Grinder. The Grinder was less of a...
See the link in my profile to find all my stories and more chapters to this story DISCLAIMERS In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR. This is more...
She is in the attire of my preference. Short little mini skirt that is more than revealing, a tight tube top pushing her round fleshy breasts awkwardly upwards and almost falling out. Her make-up is dark and she is walking on heels that resemble stilts. I take a look at her succulent neckline and there is the collar that I placed on her 3 months ago, proudly owning the body that belongs to me now. I answer the door, not allowing her entry as yet. She greets as she has been taught, “Good...
Kat Dior is the hot, fit gym bunny with a tight ass popping out of her tiny shorts that we all want to fuck right there in the gym! Marco Banderas can’t help himself picturing this slut ass naked working out and needs to tie up this whore right there on the equipment for some squirting orgasm exercises. Keeping her knee high socks on, Marco drags Kat down to the filthy gym showers and ties her up in rope bondage for some corporal punishment. Flogging, ball gags, electric zappers, clothes pins,...
xmoviesforyou(This story was originally published as a single, continuous narrative -- but I figured people might have fun playing around with other outcomes for the four characters. Please feel free to contribute, thanks!) SHANE Most of my coworkers spent the day grumbling about the fact that they all had to come into the office on Christmas Eve. Everyone was so distracted by thoughts of hearty family dinners, mysterious pretty boxes, and little pine trees wrapped up with blinking lights, that hardly any...
Earth Spectre Base, Canadian Rockies August 16, 2019 11:33 PDT (14:33 EDT) Everyone was in shock. Except for Bria and Tamara, that is, who immediately burst into laughter when Ben fell off of Nathid and fell on his ass. After realizing that he wasn’t hurt, the rest of us soon burst into laughter as well. Tamara used her sleeve to wipe away her tears while walking over to help Ben to his feet. “Sorry about that, Ben. Everyone always wants to ride the gryphons, and this is a little prank we...
All In the Day of a Mother by Maggie O'Malley dedicated to Momma Shelly, all my sisters, and all my family. Special dedication to my big sister Steffi. Thanks for the ball game and the hotdog. I will never forget that day. Steffi was sitting all alone on the swing in the backyard. Momma Shelly glanced out the kitchen window as she was preparing afternoon lunch, and saw her thirteen-year-old with her ball cap pulled down over her eyes. She watched the young teen sitting slumped...
©2001 Ever get the feeling you've just been stitched...? It's an unhappy feeling especially when the person doing the stitching is your dearly beloved, your other half. I lead a normal, easy going fairly blameless life these days. Ok - so Sven hasn't always been entirely good - but, if you pardon the vernacular, for most of the time I've been 'gooder' than most - or perhaps lucky and careful not to get caught too often. This time my protestations failed - miserably. Maybe I ought...
"Oh, hey, sis," he said, coming to her. "How are you? It's been too long," he added, hugging her. "Where's Britney? I thought you would've brought her with you for the holidays."She stayed silent for a moment and slanted her head down."Wait, Reagan, did you two break up?""Yes, John," she muttered, peeking at him. "I don't know what happened; she just ended it not even an hour before I left. She didn't want to be with me anymore, I guess she's been unhappy for a while, but fuck, I don't know...
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