This is one that I wrote for Vicki at Necrobabes but they haven’t updated their text stories for ages so if you like it, go right ahead. I don’t know if you’re into the concept of crossing the line, as opposed to just flirting with it, but this has plenty of latex and bondage to keep you happy. Enjoy/Hazard.. I told him, I have no regrets. The chaplain. He was just here again. Wanting me to repent, to save my soul. ...

Erosboutique & Grometsplaza Latex story competition 2004 Leah paid for her items and said her goodbyes to the staff at the Eros Boutique as she walked out the door towards her car. She couldn’t resist holding the bag higher up near her chest as she walked so that the scent of the latex contained within drifted upwards allowing her to breath in the beautiful smell. As she reached her car and drove off she even made sure to keep the bag between her legs so as not to miss any waft of the rubber perfume. ...

We had been using these plastic rubbish bins for some time. Unlike the other people in my area, I like them. Most people say they are too heavy and want smaller ones. They are only used for garden refuse so I don’t see what the problem is. If anything it would be because the people in the terrace houses have to leave them out the front, while I in my semi detached house can leave it in the back garden and wheel it round when I have to put it out. I have never used it for its intended purpose. ...

So here I am standing in the centre of town making myself look a complete fool! It all started when I got fed up and sprayed the town red. It took quite a few cans. I did the local sheriff’s car, the courthouse, the shopping mall. You name it, I sprayed it red. I was fed up. What is there to do in this hick town for a 19 year old boy? ...

Several months ago, my wife DeeDee told me that she wanted a separation. Her “new” life goals didn’t include me. She was determined to find a “good gentleman” that shared her (new) values. Since we had been drifting apart for some time, this was no big shocker. It was one of those sultry Summer nights. The heat and humidity could be cut with a knife. I was at home, alone, with the TV on for company. DeeDee had dressed in her hottest Summer party clothes and was out on a date for the evening with one of her “new” boyfriends. She had looked so hot when she came down the stairs dressed in tiny stretch jeans micro shorts, a nearly transparent lace bikini top, bright red platform “fuck me” heels with a clear plastic platform and matching wrist bands. God, did she ever make me horny, parading around the house for some time before she left, but I guessed that was the idea… Especially when she gathered up some of our bondage gear to take with her, ropes, wrist and ankle straps, a posture collar and spanking belt along with her favorite dildo. ...

Chrissy and Jack walked together down the quiet sidewalks of the main business district past the usual places couples stop at when shopping together. The two had been seeing each other for about fifteen months and developed a deeply passionate relationship which culminated in their recent marriage. However, the two were nothing if not adventurous when it came to the sexual side of their relationship and they mutually agreed to go out and find something to add a little extra spice to their nightly couplings. ...

The Green Pile of Goo Part I (out of two ) Dev couldn’t move anything. He meant that sincerely. See, if you put someone into a hog-tie, even a tight one, there are still likely to be about a dozen things you can move—not to a great degree of usefulness, and not to the extent that the hog-tie-ee can do anything about his or her hog-tie-ness—but there are still parts you can move: toes and fingers, feet, swerve your back like a fish, twist your neck, even attain an general aerobic state of flopping-aboutness. But Dev found himself a victim of the highest degree of immobility he had experienced. He could open and close his eyes, employ the muscles around his eyes to squint and, with effort, he could furrow his brow. That was about the extent of it. He couldn’t even ask someone to pinch him, to find out whether or not he was dreaming. ...

The names and places in this story have been changed, but the story line is true, based on events that have happen to me. Firstly a bit about me, I am average type male; enjoy sports, going out and general male activities. I am about 5’7” tall, blonde hair, blue eyes and average build. It started about 6 months ago; I was searching chat rooms for that special person. I meet her in a room called SWITCH LIFE. At first we just chatted about our past experiences. After a couple of weeks I was able to find out that she worked as a Green’s Keeper at the local golf club (It happen to be the one that I was a member of), so on the following Saturday I decided to go have a round, just to see if I could pick her out. ...

Becky was a sophomore in a down town college. In addition to her studies she worked as an exotic dancer. Becky also played the lottery and entered many raffles. One Sunday John, her boyfriend, took her to his church bazaar. In addition to riding the rides she also bought a few raffle ticket. They were just about ready to leave when the drawing happened. Becky won the grand prize. The grand prize was an old house built on a large plot of land. The house was built many years ago. The owners of the house donated it to the church because they were being transferred. Becky was really excited to go and look at her new house. She decided that she was going there Friday. She did not have class so she would get up early and drive out there. John would meet her Saturday afternoon. When Friday finally came she got up early and left before 7. She arrived at the house at about 12. ...

(story continues from Guest of the Ghosts) Becky returned to the house and spent the whole of the next day getting the money she won from the lottery. She had won 50 million, after taxes. Like the ghost said, she was set for life. When she finally returned home she just laid around on the couch and watched TV. At about 8 o’clock the next night Becky saw the ghost walk through a wall in front of her. ...

The man knew he was dreaming. It wasn’t just because he was standing in the middle of nothing, an endlessly flat white landscape that seemed to fade away whenever he focused on the horizon. It wasn’t just because the sky was just as grey and unnaturally empty as the ground. He knew that it was a dream because he couldn’t make himself care about how strange everything was. Intellectually, he knew what he was seeing was nonsensical. He didn’t seem to matter. It was almost like an out of body experience, except he was still in control of himself. ...

I have a T-shirt with the saying “It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, I can’t remember who ties who” and have worn it to the aerobics club on a couple of occasions with no more than a grin or so in reaction from others. Finally a woman took notice in a more than casual way. The class had been a good workout and we were both drenched in sweat afterwards, when she came over to where I was standing. She was pretty good-looking, sort of tall with dark brown hair and a slim build. Her eyes were dark and she was dressed in a black workout suit. She told me she was watching during the class and thought I was doing pretty good for a guy. I told her I tried to do my best and enjoyed following a woman’s lead. With that she looked at me a bit closer and asked if I would like to learn the answer to my T-shirt’s question. I got flustered as usual, and my dick got hard and I spluttered a yes. She then told me to meet her at the counter in thirty minutes and be ready to go. ...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, where we can live and waste any number of lives. Licence: CC BY https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ 1. Foreboding Prologue Jenny shot a sideway glance at Sarah, who was driving the car. “I still don’t get, why you got lip injections,” she said. “Oh, let it go already,” laughed Sarah. “You’ve been nagging me since I returned from Hedonia. I though you were more open-minded than that. I like the Angelina Jolie-look they give me.” ...

“Thank you for seeing me.” “My pleasure.” Smiling, Bradley Scott glanced at his visitor, taking in her wan look and loose, baggy clothing. Entirely appropriate, he thought, considering the young woman’s recent history. “Jenny says you can help me,” she said, glancing at the young woman sitting beside her. “That remains to be seen,” Brad replied. “First, I need to know exactly what it is you want my help with.” ...

(story continues from Helen’s Journey) Part 2: Therapy Begins “Nervous?” “Terrified, actually.” Bradley Scott nodded, gesturing toward a chair placed next to his door. “You know,” he said softly, “we don’t have to do this.” Helen Adler sighed softly as she slowly took a seat, her eyes measuring the distance between her chair and the one Brad now occupied on the other side of the room. Seemingly satisfied with what she saw, she shook her head. “Yes,” she said softly, “we do.” ...

(story continues from Helen’s Journey 2: Therapy Begins) Part 3: More Therapy “Does it have to be behind my back?” Helen Adler craned her neck, struggling to watch as Bradley Scott connected the cuffs encircling her wrists. Satisfied that her wrists were securely restrained, he moved to stand in front of her. “Something wrong?” he asked softly. “This is how he had me tied,” Helen responded, a slight catch in her voice. ...

* It was a fine warm day, even in the woods near our half-finished cabin. We had gone camping for mywife’s birthday. It was her idea, I think mostly to avoid payback for what she had done to me on my birthday, but I was willing to go with the flow. We were on our (half-built) mountain cabin property, which abuts a state reserve. It is fairly inaccessible except through our road our property, and I was ready for my sweet revenge. ...

Measuring time by means of a watch was something that seemed like a distant memory in the few moments that Carla Largo was able to contemplate the swirling mass of stress and obligation that had taken the place of what had once been her life. Instead she had come to orient herself by the colour of the pills that she was taking at any given time during the day as they seemed to be the only thing that remained fixed and constant as she lurched from one place to another under the weight of her responsibilities. ...

(story continues from Her Contract Entails) Part Two Carla was surprised by the view of the building as the car pulled to a stop with the sound of gravel crunching beneath the wheels. Although she had to admit that she would have been at a loss to describe what she expected the clinic in which she would be operated upon might look like, the red brick house she saw through the window looked to her more like something from a costume drama than a location at which a woman might be able to have herself transformed into a mermaid. As if the whole idea of what awaited her was not strange enough, she now found her mind struggling to cope with the unfamiliar surroundings of an English country house at the same time. ...

(story continues from Her Contract Entails 2) Part Three The darkness of the room was not truly penetrated as the door opened, but the corridor outside was filled with a shading of deep shadow rather than an absence of light and so a portion small degree of that dark was replaced with shades of grey instead. A vaguely human shape flitted through the gloom and made for the bed, followed moments later by a far larger figure that could have been mistaken for a hunched bear. While the smaller figure moved with purpose and without pause, the larger constantly glanced back over one shoulder as if fearing discovery at any moment. ...