Rummaging through the top shelf of his bedroom closet, Trace could not find a tape that suited his mood. He thought "Rim Shot" might be an option. The title alone set his cock to thickening, but he was already so familiar with its scenes they played before his eyes before he could play them on the television. He wanted something less familiar. He tossed "Rim Shot" to the back of the shelf and picked up "Undergear." He had watched it before but had not used all of its erotic potential, and even though he

I was alone that night....a rare occasion. My husband and daughter had left earlier that day...they were going out of town for an in-law get-together that I got out of by pleading my job. Well, I DID have to work a few hours that morning, but the rest of my weekend would be FREE!! I was going to have the house all to myself!! I couldnt believe my incredible luck. After taking a long hot shower and smoking a fine phat one, Id settled in to watch one of my favorite movies....The Blair Witch Project.

Opening his eyes, Trace found himself staring at the ceiling. A ceiling fan forced cool air over his naked sheet covered body and created a transparent shadowy circle that hovered just under the popcorn ceiling as its blades rotated. Trace followed the diameter of the circling blades to the fans hub and listened for the motors hum. At first, he could not hear it, but eventually, beneath the swoosh of the swirling blades, he could hear its hum, the same hum that lulled him to sleep.

For the past two years Ive been running a hotel bar called CCs. Lately its become the place to be, and despite the added headaches, I think its great. Halloween was a big night for us. The party was packed before ten, early for any club to be busy. Everyone was drinking, dancing and checking out the costumes. It was a real madhouse. Around midnight a woman came in alone, not really wearing a costume but showing lots of flesh

His words made me start screaming again, despite the threat of the knife. "NOOOOO!!! Steve PLEASE GOD NO!! I cant take that!!! OHGOD Please dont!! Youre too BIG!!!" I pleaded hysterically. Swiftly he pulled out of me and was suddenly on my chest, his hateful weapon in my face, his grip on my hair tightening as he yanked my head up towards it. "This should shut you up", he muttered, "Open your mouth"..

I couldnt believe Id told him the name of my town!! What the hell had I been thinking?? These desperate and useless thoughts raged through me as he laughed at my terror. "Consider me a fan", he had said to me online. Hed read my Heather stories somewhere on the net...I had them posted everywhere it seemed. He had written some excellent rape stories himself and we became friendly. Almost right away he began wanting to know when we could meet and play

The Barbarian was an unwanted gift and it still lay in its carton below the bed gathering dust. Helen had laughed with embarrassment when her friend Sharon had presented it to her as a going away present. The mat black box had been placed right in the middle of restaurant table to the amusement of all her friends and a sly wink from a passing waiter. She immediately whisked it away and stuffed it in to the carrier bag with her other presents. When she eventually returned home, she tipped the contents out on to the bed, only to feel mortified once again by its presence.

The grass was slippery and wet as she ran across the back lawn. The sun had set over an hour ago, and the moon glistened off the ground. The light afternoon rain left the entire world bathed in the scent of lush vegetation. The grass, just cut that morning, stuck to her feet as she walked up the wooden ramp to the door of the old barn. She reached up to the worn wooden handle, and pulled. Nothing. She pulled again. Still nothing. She considered running back to the house, but suddenly remembered the old lock was still fastened at the top of the door and that key was on her fathers key

One of the major problems in my life is an irresistible impulse to fall head-over-heels in love with complete strangers. This may not seem much of a problem, but when you combine it with a deep seated insecurity that makes me sure that theyll never be interested in loving me back, it produces quite a few problems. The first is an unwillingness, or rather an inability, to express my feelings. The first time I fell in love was when I was fourteen.

Gingerly I perched on the very edge of the bed, as far from him as possible. He actually looked hurt, but shrugged a little and turned toward me. "Ok Heather. I just wanted to say....well, theres a lot Id like to say, but nothing you want to hear right now." I continued to stare straight ahead. "But theres one thing I have to tell you...something you should know in case youre thinking of going to the police". I turned toward him then, startled. That was the last thing I wanted to do! But then, I dont suppose he could have