It's My Party
This story is told by Mistress J’s new slave. It tells how she learned she was a slut and pain slut and why she became Mistress J’s slave.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults
This story is told by Mistress J’s new slave. It tells how she learned she was a slut and pain slut and why she became Mistress J’s slave.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults
For jumping straight into action, skip Epilogue & Part 1 and go directly to Part 2 below.IntroductionThis story in itself is an independent story if read from Part 1 below. It describes how I found out why my long term girlfriend suddenly ghosted me.However it’s also a continuation of previous two stories titled ‘Dhanwarlal gets
—————————-Sorry for the delay, more coming, and to get you up to speed————————–Morgan Jackson, beautiful petite bombshell of a cheerleader and her dad split up while hunting. An accident in a tree stand leads to the slender virgin getting forcibly taken by a deer while in a weakened state. What trouble await this 18 year
Three girls plan and plot sexual encounters with their boyfriends then talk about how things went. “You know, Karen told me about what Doug likes,” Kathy said.I had been dating Kathy for a couple weeks. Maybe seeing her outside of work for sex is a better description. We did have sex in the ‘manager’s office’
It was the middle of December, three days before the college broke for Christmas. The days had become really short, and if you lived in the middle of a concrete forest like I did, really cold. I was in second year then, having given the end semester examinations, and trying to enjoy the few days
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a story of sexual fantasy. All events and characters are fictional, although many are inspired by my experiences. When engaging in BDSM, I always adhere to SSC (safe, sane and consensual) principles. Readers are warned, however, that I’ve depicted a few scenes in ways that some might deem excessive. Those who
I was a happy 36-year-old, fairly petite woman, living alone for a few years in an old cottage by a reserve and stream. On a fine but breezy Wednesday afternoon, I came home from work as usual. I had gone out the back to get in my laundry when I heard what I thought was
The wedding ceremony was a complete blur for twenty-two-year-old Charlotte Reynolds. She said her vows purely from memory and practice, including the part about honouring and obeying that her groom’s very traditional parents had insisted upon.All she could think was, he’s here!Her twin brother Charles whom she hadn’t seen in the flesh for four whole
Stars burned ice-cold in the inky black sky above the yellow house on Charon Lane. A bolt of purple light slanted through cracks about the edges of windows drawn with heavy, moldering fabric. Crackling electricity zipped along the sewer grates, tracing the waffled iron. As fog rolled low to the ground silent as a cat
“One of the boys from the Gym is training to be a masseur, he has offered me a free massage,” I told my lady Sarah. “Some of the boys speak highly of him.”“Naked I assume, can I watch?,” she asked, her interest piqued. “Did he approach you in the showers? Were you flaunting your large
Author’s note: This is a true story, which could account for it’s popularity (I get more feedback from this than others). I won’t go into how close any others are to reality, in order to keep the mystery. 😉 Enjoy!===========================Well, I suppose I should introduce myself here. My name is John, I grew up in
Sharp-eyed readers noticed I misspelled Gabrielle’s name in the first chapter. Thank you to the two people who contacted me to point this out. In this and subsequent chapters, I will spell her name correctly. xoxo*Those next few days after being late for dinner, and being punished for it, passed fairly quietly. I had not
I was almost finished, just ahead of my eleven PM deadline. I ignored the text message while simultaneously wondering who’d text me this late. I hit send. Now about that text.”Did you get the Email? Call me!!!!!!!!”Bonnie. My sister, one year younger and a little on the dramatic side. I had been isolating myself from
These are thoughts I dared not write and offer for you to read previously, but they follow from after I accepted that I am the bi cocksucker I am. I have followed through but these thoughts, these reflections, this appeal for your advice is as relevant now as it was then. This is what I
The library was normally, for me, a quiet, relaxing place where I went to either study for my high school exams or to simply enjoy a good book. Today that all changed.It was 11am on the last Friday of June and I awoke to the unfamiliar sound of my mother’s voice asking me if I
She inquired, “So, how should we pass the time?”I replied in my brain – by sucking your lips. I couldn’t help but wish I could just kiss her lips once, savoring their meaty and succulent allure. But I quickly dismissed such thoughts.I suggested, “Vincent mentioned watching a movie. Do you want to go out?”I hoped
Those few hours that my cousin, Chad, and I spent together were like a sensual dream that I dreaded waking up from. It was all we could do to tear ourselves away from each other, but reality beckoned.I had a family to get home to, and his parents, my aunt and uncle, were due home
The Adjustment ServiceBy Milly DynamiteWARNING– this is a story of forced sex and rape it involves revenge on a cheating wife. This tail contains graphic depictions rape. If this story is likely to offend you, it is best if you refrain from reading it. I am very aware this is offensive – this is why
*Disclaimer this is a very long finale over 7000 words so you’re staying awhile FYI it took a long time to write I had to tie in all the characters, back stories, etc. Its long I know. There is some non-consent, but it is very brief and it’s not with the main characters, plus several
Another fanfic of teen spy Alex Rider based on the novels, but this time around Alex will experiment sex with another boy… It’s been a little over a month since Alex Rider’s last brush with death, and he was finally getting back into the flow of normal life. Aside from some remaining soreness, most of