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Dedication: To the people who read my first effort of a published story and their words of encouragement. I hope this is to the same standard I have set myself. To the FM staff of editors and readers thank you for this site. This story may be posted to free archive sites or anywhere that does not charge for the usage of their archive. If you have any comments about my stories please don't hesitate to contact me via my email address: [email protected]. Perspective By allie...
After 6 weeks of marital bliss Penny decided to test my patience. She sat at the kitchen table with a legal pad, making a list of some kind."Shopping list," I asked."No sweetie," she answered, "it's a contract. You agree to do certain things; I agree to do certain things.""What kind of things?""Well, for example, I know how much you like to do things for me and how much you like to wash the cars, so we have number 1. We'll make it your responsibility to keep my car clean and check the air...
SpankingIt is suggested to the readers to read my experiences in Part 22A before you read this. In the closing notes of 22A, I had written that Vani was excited to read that I was trying to post my experiences with her. She wanted to contribute too and I invited her to put in her perspective of our time and life together. What follows is what she felt about the whole experiences. Also it appears that I may have missed some events; she has chosen to include it. Vani’s perspective: I first saw my...
Aging rapidly, John and Martha, still deeply in love after Forty years of marriage find a solution to their probable parting. Just not the one they expected. A Matter of Perspective By: Donna Allyson (c) 2001 Archiving Granted to Fictionmania All others by permission only. Chapter 1 John sat in his rocker by the window of the bedroom. He had another of those sleepless nights. The pain in his spine and legs had made it impossible to sleep. Not wanting to disturb Martha, He had...
Everything in this world is seen and described differently from each person’s point of view. This story is told from the perspective of the two people that experienced the event.Our Perspectives: We had discussed the idea of swinging and swapping partners in the past. Neither of us really wanted to commit to such a radical idea though, whether it was our moral values of sticking to our wedding vows, our fear of something new and different, or just because we are both picky. If we were...
In his perspective : Continuing what I’ve stated previously, how I would like to write in different styles, different perspectives. I will write fantasy, memories, and delusion. The delusion I’m writing is a rather large story, that will take some time. Lightly, my hand cupping her face, my thumb traces her cheekbones. Kissing her, feeling her full lips on mine, her tongue darts every so often to taste my own, meeting in between our lips to caress each other. She tastes of strawberry lip balm,...
*** Note : As per in my profile section, this is the beginning of my real life adventures entries. These are possible, have happened, or happen often type of stories. They may be past experiences or fantasies. I want to write showing both partners’ perspectives, excitement, etc. ENJOY !*** Her Perspective. The music had a fast beat, Spanish with heavy drums, screeching guitars, and a very deep voice with a German accent. The song was about feasting on the fleshy parts of a woman, but he...
In his perspective : Continuing what I've stated previously, how I would like to write in different styles, different perspectives. I will write fantasy, memories, and delusion. The delusion I'm writing is a rather large story; that will take some time.Lightly, my hand cupping her face, my thumb traces her cheekbones. Kissing her, feeling her full lips on mine, her tongue darts every so often to taste my own, meeting in between our lips to caress each other. She tastes of strawberry lip balm,...
Oral Sex* Note : As per in my profile section, this is the beginning of my real life adventures entries. These are possible, have happened, or happen often type of stories. They may be past experiences or fantasies. I want to write showing both partners' perspectives, excitement, etc. ENJOY !*** Her Perspective. The music had a fast beat, Spanish with heavy drums, screeching guitars, and a very deep voice with a German accent. The song was about feasting on the fleshy parts of a woman, but he couldn’t...
Straight SexI work at a bar, so one night you decide to come in and see me. You don't tell me you're coming in though seeing as how we have never met at this point. You come in with a friend and sit at a table close enough to the bar so you can watch me work. Throughout the shift you start texting me, it starts off innocent enough, but quickly turns erotic. I of course am responding back the same. You see me as I read the messages and now you can start to see the outline of my cock in my jeans as I...
A Young Woman’s Perspective! By Wolf Spirit Jill entered the library through the main entrance of the university library dressed in a black mini, tight white t-shirt and six- inch red spiked heels. Her outfit had the desired effect on the young men. She saw heads turn and mouths drop as she glided across the floor to her workstation. Jill bent over at the waist exposing her rounded ass for the young men who now clamored over their workstations to get a view up her skirt. One particularly...
Everything you are about to read is based on true life events. Treat the feelings you find here with curiosity and respect. The woman could be your mom, your sister, your kid, your hair stylist. You never know what someone is going through; but it sure is fun to find out.It all started with a feeling. Or lack thereof. I was like every average mom and wiife: regular job, bills, chores. Except I am in no way normal. I had been married to my emotionally-abusive and distant husband for almost...
CheatingIntroduction:After spending the week in Palo Alto with my stepson and his fiancé, I arrived back in New York City, deeply conflicted and confused. The wheels of United flight 1254 touched down at La Guardia airport shortly before six o'clock in the evening. I had been traveling for over eight hours, and in addition to being conflicted and confused, I was exhausted. I took the nearly forty minute taxi ride to my Manhattan flat deep in thought. So much had happened. It would take some time to...
LesbianNote: This is the 'Summerfling' story written from a different perspective. Hi, I'm Susan, and I just want to get this out up front: I'm not writing this as any form of excuse. I'm happy with how this all played out. I'm writing this more as an explanation from my side about the how and the why, etcetera. I'm a forty-two year old married woman... but it's not much of a marriage anymore, as we've been separated for the past two years. Believe me when I tell you, that separation felt like Susan's...
Straight SexThis is continued from Part I of “New Friends at the Beach.” The reader will have a better perspective by reading Part I first. Hope you enjoy! The evening had turned out in unsuspected fashion. Brad, my handsome and sexy husband, and I had arrived at our beach home earlier in the day and had planned a nice evening at our favorite restaurant. I love spending alone time with my hubby. He is everything I have ever wanted and I love dressing sexy for him on evenings like this. I had bought a new...
Wife LoversFrom His perspective now..So this is picking up from just having had Cum down your throat, leaving you lying on the bed with your makeup all messed up, your ass gaping wide and exposed and your hands tied behind your back......I go and fix myself a drink... maybe a big glass of whiskey. i'm feeling satisfied and very macho, knowing that i've really given it to that slutty tgirl, in her sissy little latex dress and whore heels. I can't believe how cheap and easy she was, letting her garters and...
A Different Perspective by Holly Hill Eric Jeffreys and his wife Dianne were awakened by the sound of the neighbor's lawn mower. They had slept far too soundly. By the amount of light that was streaming into the room, the hour was very late, even by L.A. standards. "My, you must have been tired," Dianne said, giving Eric a playful pinch. "I was. Your sister has been working me to death." "Chris is probably up by now. She hadn't mentioned the fact that you have been working...
A new perspective. By Madcow4321/Pinkman100 Tim came home from college annoyed that the administration wouldn't let him live there over winter break. He wasn't a big fan of his home life. It was simple enough when Tim was growing up however when his sister Cassie was born it started to go downhill. His family had always been supportive of Tim's activities, his after school baseball, and social clubs. They had always bought him the best toys and he had the run of the house. However...
Magic Anime Network: A Different Perspective Derrick dragged his weary body into his apartment. He put his mail on the kitchen table and started pulling out items from the fridge for a sandwich. He had no interest in doing his daily chores. Not after the rotten day he had just gone through at work. Instead he took his sandwich, plopped himself in front of his computer and started making the rounds of his favorite internet sites. Derrick was letting his thoughts go dark. He definitely...
Another Perspective By Lenal "Have you seen Brianna today?" Kendra asked as she took her seat at the lunch table. "Oh my god, right?" Michelle responded. "What?" asked Ashlynn between sips of her smoothie. "I don't have class with her until next hour." "That girl is a trainwreck today," Kendra said. "What else is new?" muttered Michelle. Natalie shot Michelle a look. "I think she must have, like, an ear infection or something. This morning she was stumbling all over...
Welcome Back for Season 5 of South of Bikini. We rejoin the Empress as she deals with several family challenges on the home front and manages to finalize a previous mission satisfactorily. South of Bikini Season 5 Episode 1 "A Change of Perspective" Terra Neuvo, 10:01AM, Climax, Neptunian 14th, 437 of the New Era "We're going to miss you and Aunt Cami around here, Aunt Alex," my great niece, Alexandra, said as she hugged me tightly. I felt that unmistakable tingle. It...
A Young Woman’s Perspective!By Wolf SpiritJill entered the library through the main entrance of the university library dressed in a black mini, tight white t-shirt and six- inch red spiked heels. Her outfit had the desired effect on the young men. She saw heads turn and mouths drop as she glided across the floor to her workstation. Jill bent over at the waist exposing her rounded ass for the young men who now clamored over their workstations to get a view up her skirt. One particularly handsome...
Group SexJuly 22, 1994, Chicago, Illinois “Tiger, I’m still a bit concerned about this girl, Sakurako.” Jessica, Kara, and I were taking turns showering on Friday morning. I nodded, “I understand, but as I said last night, in traditional, conservative societies, teenagers are adults, with adult responsibilities, not just to their family, but to society. And those responsibilities can be met because they are taught from an early age. Look at our family; we’re anything but traditional and...
In my role as Alex's biographer, I chose to write it in first-person in order to portray the conflicts and situations he faced. I've managed to convey Alex's shock and awe; well, his shock at events at least, and the awe of those surrounding him. But there are some specific limitation in first person narrative, and with this chapter, I found I'd written myself into a bit of a corner. So I'm switching to third-person in this chapter in order to better reflect the awe of his followers as...
The conversation with Ardele last night had rattled me. I lay in my bed thinking about what she had said. I was upset about the implication that she might be interested in some young guy, maybe even one of our crew. And then the bi-sexual thing. What's up with that? Was she just pulling my chain or did she really mean it. I still had my rule of no fraternization, but I had to admit Ardele was really testing my resolve. It took sometime before I finally fell asleep. I crawled out of bed and...
Authors Note: There is a twist in this story. Say what what? How can it get any more twisty, with daemons and elves and whatnot. If you don't get the twist by the end of the first paragraph, how are you reading this story because you are obviously too slow to even operate a computer, yet alone live long enough to read this! It's really THAT obvious! So why this note? *** I just wanted to annoy you. Can't enjoy the entire story. There has to be one bit that strikes you as fucking annoying, just...
EroticNew Perspectives By Lyrissa "I said no, Jarn. I'm done. No more fighting," Vorn Frosthammer said, wiping away the last scraps of ale from his bushy beard. Jarn Steelaxe shook his head, sighing, and took another swig from his tankard. He simply didn't understand why Vorn had changed so much lately. The two had been friends ever since they were both young, before Jarn pursued the way of the warrior and Vorn became an Ironforge mountaineer. They had served together in the Alliance...
Changing Perspectives Since as far back as I can remember I had always been fascinated by the way girls dressed and acted. This fascination was so strong to the point that I idled them and wanted to be one. The only problem was my mom and the rest of society didn't quite accept it. My mom had divorced my dad not long after I was born because of his alcoholic problems and he now lived in another state and rarely visited. When I was around three years old I would sneak into...
St. Nicholas Day; Two Perspectives©By odlumHe knew it was going to be a better day as he glanced up from the pillow. Her form was outlined in the gray light of the bedroom window. As she approached the bed, her breasts swung rhythmically with each step. Her raw sexuality stirred him. She smiled and crawled onto the bed and nestled into his arms. He savoured her heat and remembered how he felt just twelve short hours ago. But that was before he met Maggie and discovered the joys of St. Nicholas...
I met him in poetry club. I know it doesn’t seem like the kind of place you’d meet a person like that. Or a person like me, either. I was there because it was an excuse to get out of class. He was there because he’d had his heart broken at the ripe old age of seventeen, only I didn’t know that yet. Poetry club was divided into two halves- the first half was a project where you wrote poem, sometimes alone and sometimes with a partner or in groups. The second half was where...
I'm standing at the end of the bed wearing nothing but my high heels. Slowly, obediently, I bend at the waist, arch my back and stick out my bare bottom. I try to be graceful and dignified in this most undignified position. My face is red with shame and my bottom feels like it's been stung by a swarm of bees. My husband Nicky is behind me whipping a cherry switch back and forth in the air...swish, swish, swish. "Husband," I love that word; my darling husband Nicky.Swish...THWACK "FUCK!"...the...
SpankingI’m standing at the end of the bed wearing nothing but my high heels. Slowly, obediently, I bend at the waist, arch my back and stick out my bare bottom. I try to be graceful and dignified in this most undignified position. My face is red with shame and my bottom feels like it’s been stung by a swarm of bees. My husband Nicky is behind me whipping a cherry switch back and forth in the air…swish, swish, swish. ‘Husband,’ I love that word, my darling husband Nicky. Swish…THWACK ‘FUCK!’…the whippy...
I've come back to Rockport for the fifth time in the same amount of years. Mind you, the first time was to start studying in Boston and nowadays I come back because I enjoy the area and make decent money while visiting family. My name is Arne. I'm your average Danish college student, and this was pretty much the wildest adventure I have ever had (so far)! I ended up staying for the summer in the first year, because my uncle got me a job helping a company maintain lawns in and around the town to...
Straight SexPerspectives Looking Out The moment she opened her eyes she knew something was very wrong. A singlebulb above her provided the only illumination in the room. Beyond the poolof light centered on her the room faded into an all concealing darkness. Dazzledby the glare of the spotlight shining overhead she couldn't even make out thewalls. Her arms were held behind her back. Something was wrapped around her handsand forearms, holding them tightly to her waist. From the touch of her fingersit felt...
When I got back to my place I told my roommate Lisa about my sexual experience in detail. I just had the best sex of my life. I had been thoroughly and completely fucked. Shaun's cock is a monster just like we had been told. It had to be a foot long and so thick it would take both my hands to reach around it. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. I was beginning to get very sore as told my roommate Lisa all the details. I still cannot believe that he fit that thing into my...
A Switch’s Beginnings Part1My insides were churning, fear and nervous excitement warring for control as I paced slowly down the pavement in the direction of the club. I’d been like this on the train down, half of me longing to get here, half of me scarred to death and thinking of getting off and heading home. Don’t get me wrong I’m not a nervous person by nature, its just, well I’d been out of the scene, hell any scene for a long time. I’d been interested in BDSM for a good while and I...
She sprinkled a pinch of the salt she’d carried all the way from Kansas City over the roasting fish, ignoring the irritating cowpoke stomping behind her. The disappointment at losing her claim rankled, but she was a sensible woman. There were other claims, though none so nice as this one. She held in a snort of laughter when she thought about his crazy idea of marriage. Why he thought it would be a good idea was beyond her! They clearly didn’t suit. She wasn’t cut out for taking another...
After 6 weeks of marital bliss Penny decided to test my patience. She sat at the kitchen table with a legal pad, making a list of some kind. ‘Shopping list,’ I asked. ‘No sweetie,’ she answered, ‘it’s a contract. You agree to do certain things, I agree to do certain things.’ ‘What kind of things?’ ‘Well, for example, I know how much you like to do things for me and how much you like to wash the cars, so we have number 1. We’ll make it your responsibility to keep my car clean and check the air...
The Slow Seduction My job requires me to look as good as possible all the time, one of the problems I have had in the past, is my hair. Since I am in front of people, very influential people, all the time, my hair has to look like it is freshly trimmed, no straggling hair on the back of my neck and so on. One evening, after a grueling day, I was sharing a drink with one of my associates, the subject came up, he reached over, touching my arm, “Oh believe me, you have to get Eric to cut and style...
A "Hot Rags" short Chapter 1 Sonya came home; Jessie was waiting impatiently. "Did you get it?" "Uh huh." "Where is it?" "Here." It was a small bottle of... liquid something. It was thick and viscous, opbviously. It was black as black ink at midnight. It was in a small cut-glass bottle with a beautifully-scrolled "#9" engraved into one of its sides. "How's that supposed to help?" "I don't know -- Nikki just said for us to go up to the bedroom and undress and then...
The low boom of a cannon rumbled from Fort Reno, giving him no time to wonder about the woman dressed in man’s clothes. She and that big horse of hers were a bare speck on the horizon before the cannon shot finished echoing. Several men on horseback chased after her, but she’d been ready for the starting gun. He cracked a rueful grin. She was probably looking for something close to the fort for safety, but a lone woman wasn’t going to have any luck holding on to it. He kicked his horse into...
He let his future wife fall asleep in his arms, her rest heavy after the outpouring of grief. She didn’t cry from the whipping. He had enough sense to know she was too stubborn for that, no matter that she’d apologized. It had been a grudging apology at best, but he’d take what he could get. Hell and damnation, he didn’t even know her name and he’d whipped her bare bottom. He’d count himself lucky if he didn’t find himself on the wrong end of that Winchester come morning. He’d wake her in a...
October 10, 1889 Pueblo, Colorado Caleb hid behind a tree some distance away from the Pueblo schoolhouse and watched the children play, their tin lunch pails tossed carelessly aside. Their teacher, a striking woman with reddish blonde hair, stood on the steps of the tiny building, guarding her charges. She wore a trim blue dress festooned with pink flowers, the white collar buttoned to her chin. When she walked forward to comfort a child who had fallen, he saw the tips of polished black...
The minute he was out of sight, Abby wrenched at the ropes around her wrists. She tried to turn to get a better look at them, but the rope holding her feet together tripped her and she stumbled. Her weight tugged painfully on her wrists as she struggled to get her feet under her. A breeze picked up and she shivered at the chilly air on her bottom and thighs. He’d left her stockings and boots, but they didn’t do much toward protecting her from the weather. She tugged again on the ropes,...
He steeled himself against her tears. He had to remember that she hadn’t wanted to get married at all, and that he’d forced her. While he wouldn’t slack off on her punishment, he would do everything in his power to prove to her that he could be a good husband. He would be generous and kind, and swore to himself that he would never discipline her in anger. He’d come too close to that already. For better or worse, she was his wife. He would ensure her pleasure, but she would do her duty to him...
They reached Kansas City early the next morning. Abby had sent a telegraph ahead at one of their stops and shrieked in delight at the sight of Jane and Archie waiting on the platform. Jane was as beautiful and tiny as ever, a pretty porcelain doll in her burgundy dress and shawl. Archie still resembled a bear, with his bushy hair tamed under pomade and a scruff of whiskers on his jaw. Wire spectacles rested on his large nose over twinkling blue eyes. She raced toward them and Archie laughed...
April 21, 1890 Kansas City, Missouri Being married wasn’t so bad, after all. She still hated the idea of Caleb giving up on his claim to move to Kansas City, even though they’d paid the fee to buy the land outright before the five year term had been completed. She especially hated that he’d gone back to medicine when he’d purposely left it behind. When she’d objected, he’d only said, “This is Kansas City, a fair piece from Boston. I can treat whoever I damn well please.” Clucking her chin,...
==================I know from a female perspective how the first raw insertion of a mans hard thick cock feels between the swollen drenched wet lips of my pussy. At the same time I'm curious... how does it feel to you guys out there, when you feel the throbbing head of your cock enter her aching opening for the first time?Any and all replies are appreciated.I refer to each and every time you enter a woman, not just a virgin. I am seeking to comprehend if men anticipate it as much as we do. I...
by Alex Greene writing as ‘Fiat Knox’ Copyright © Alex Greene. All rights reserved. The sound of a chainsaw jolted Julia Markham out of her dream. She opened her eyes suddenly and gasped. For a moment she could not register where she was. Gradually, awareness came to her. She was in her bedroom, back in her house. It was the morning, with early sunlight filtering through the curtains. She was naked and hungry. And the chainsaw started again, outside. Cursing under her breath, Julia slowly...
Perfect… just perfect! Liz ran up the steps to the second floor bathroom with a plunger in hand. What else can go wrong? At least the darn thing wasn’t actually overflowing, thank heavens for small favors. Liz had been planning today’s family reunion for the past year. She thought she’d planned everything so well that it would run like clockwork but Murphy’s Law had prevailed. ‘Why did I ever get the idea of a family reunion?’ she wondered aloud. It had started four years before when Liz had...
However, moments later, without so much as a sound and before I could open my eyes, hands gripped my head. A blindfold was roughly forced over my face. Then I was then hauled from the warm sleeping bag and tent which I had blissfully entered only a few hours previously. Any previous sensations were brutally replaced with adrenaline, panic and the sound of my heart beating rapidly in my ears. Blind and confused, I was dragged out of the tent, and on to my knees. Instantly, my breath was taken...
Her name was Natalie, she moved in next door about three months prior. Remembering that on it's own got me hard, I mean how could it not? the perky tits under her tight pink crop top just teasing all who look? Or how about the short..Oh how I loved the shorts, short tight denim daisies that gripped her ass in all the right spots, and when she pulled them up high enough her bare ass peeked out the bottom. But, the outfit she wore wasn't my favorite part of her moving in, it was the placement...
I'd have the whore naked if office etiquetted allowed which it sadly did not. My father had said he had expected me to treat her with more respect than I was, I laughed and said why would I treat a whore with respect. She carries your children you should be more respectful than you are. Not that I want the whore in that way or her children for that matter. They would go to an orphange if I had any say in the matter. Though I suspect my mother the bitch will have something to say about that....
I had left my apartment that morning and headed for the studio; I was an average looking 35-year-old man, alone after an early night of casual sex with two women from yesterday’s movie. I relished having no family to account to on a daily basis since my divorce. My parents were deceased and my younger half brother Greg didn’t approve of my occupation. Greg was an uptight professional on Wall Street and thought that what I did was sleazy. I, on the other hand, thought I had the best...
We are on a train at the end of a long job it’s dark and we are sitting across from each other. There is a table between us. You have a skirt on we have been exchanging pleasantries when I start to rub my foot against your legs. You open them and I start to get braver rubbing your thighs with my foot. Surprisingly you suddenly get up and head for the toilets… A few minutes later you return to the seat with a certain look on your face. You sit back down I look around and see that the only...
"You're sure this device will work?" John asked. He fidgeted his wrist as Billy tightened a watch-like machine on him. "Yeah, you should have been there, I was having a conversation with her, but it was like we were talking past each other." "But, where did you find this watch and the rest of these junk?" Looking at his watch, John could see it looked like a dead smartwatch except for a bright red button. Billy laughed as he shook his head. "This isn't junk, we're sitting on a fucking gold mine...
Mind ControlYour relationship had never been what one might call ‘fiery’. It probably couldn’t even really be called exciting, now you think about it, which you do while you walk home from the train station. But God knows you’re dependable and you’re sure she likes that about you. You had prospects and you’ve pretty much achieved them in the ten years you’ve been married, you think with a smile. The father in law really approves of that!She was very pretty and people said she was vivacious but you’ve never...
CuckoldI'm opting to put this under Mind Control because it encompasses so many fetishes on CHYOA, and at its heart, mind control is the inspiration for this idea. This story is not expressly limited to Mind Control, but it is the focus. What follows are stories told from the point-of-view of the victim. Expect inner monologues, bizarre justifications for actions and perhaps even a little comedy. They are organized by fetish and gender; writers are instructed to note introduction of a primary fetish...
Mind Control