Claire Parker Kinky and Ravished

Theme Night It was a week before we were due to visit Emma and David that I received my email. 'You are formally invited to Emma and David's theme night one week from today. Gentlemen, your theme is formal wear. You should wear a black suit and bow tie. You may share your theme with your partner, however, she will not share her theme with you. Please do not ask. You will not need a camera, as the evening will be recorded by our own video and stills cameras, specially installed for the event. You should arrive at 8pm. Your partner will be collected by taxi at 6.45 to prepare. To help the evening go smoothly, we have volunteers to serve you. We look forward to seeing you. Emma and David.' 'Intriguing,' I said to Claire, 'I can't know your theme -- and mine seems rather bland. I half expected S and M.' Neither of us were into pain -- except firm nipple squeezing and gentle spanking. We had tried the 'Fifty Shades' approach, like half the country, ...

Author's Note Pepper's Penance is a slow burning romance that unfolds over the course of twenty-three chapters. This is not a wham-bam story. But, if you're into that sort of thing, I think you'll like this one. * Chapter 21: Unresolved "You sure you want to hear all this, Ash?" Pepper peered up at me. "I mean, I feel like I'm unloading a lot of baggage on you. "And... you're not really saying anything." She rolled over. "It's okay." "Hmph." "What?" "You're a bad liar, Ash." "I'm not... Look, I knew what I was getting into. Part-time therapist was on the list." "Did you?" "Yes, Pepper, I did. From the moment you walked into my store. Quit being such a martyr. We're all fucked up in some way. We all have our problems." "If you only knew." "Yeah, but I never will, because you'll never tell me, will you? You'll just keep showing up...

1 The Sheppard family had, as the words of an old song went, 'picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and started all over again'. Well, almost. They had drawn on deep reserves of courage and dogged determination to get through the searing losses of loved ones. In Jeff Sheppard's case, it was the loss of his wife, Mary, from a cancer caught too late. In Ava's case, it had been the loss of her darling husband Luke in a raging bushfire, he giving his life in saving a family as their house was scorched before it went up in an explosive firewall fanned by the raging wind. Luke had been Jeff's only boy. Luke had been the father of three small kids that Ava devoted her life to now, living as they did in the clapboarded house at the edge of the bush and some ten klicks from Brisbane. Jeff's place echoed in the empty silence; his Mary's sing-song voice no longer heard as she listened to some music station and went along with the words that she heard sung out....

In the dim midnight illuminations, I awoke with a start to the slow clicking of a key sliding into the front door lock. I cursed to myself, sitting upright on the now sweaty couch, and picking up my phone, read the time: 2:57. I felt a pang in my stomach as I noticed that the screen showed no new notifications; he'd been gone for hours and had not answered my earlier texts or checked in once! The absolute nerve of him, forgetting all about me while he's chasing some pussy; the mix of emotions swirled through my gut, filling me with outrage and frustration. How could he discard my needs and still expect this to be some fun fuckparty? The lock finally turned, snapping me out of my melancholic misreverie. The door swung open and my husband walked through the dark doorway, pulling in behind him a giggling brunette with long dark hair. "Oh my god, she IS awake! What do we do?!" She asked my husband with an intimate familiarity that stoked my anger and provoked the burnin...

I finally saw them yesterday. I'm not sure if that makes it better or oh god so fucking much worse, to be honest. There's a part of me that still wishes I was off in the land of paranoia and conspiracy theories, because at least then I had the comfort of being able to look at myself in the mirror at the end of the day and decide I was looking back at a crazy woman and not a crazy world. All the files on my computer, all the bookmarks on my browser, all the videos I found at the end of a twelve-hour deep dive down the rabbit hole of 'suggested content' algorithms... it just told me that there were other people who shared my delusions. It didn't mean I was right. And I mean, fuck. Everyone's got access to the kind of video editing software and special effects technology that would have been hilariously expensive just five years ago, and every major Hollywood studio loves doing these viral fucking marketing campaigns for whatever their latest shitty horror movie ...

Brittany stumbles out of the van hazy and half drunk. Steve and Kyle barely even wait for her feet to hit the ground before they disappear into the night, the last glimpse of their taillights dimming as they speed off. Brittany just spent the whole night pleasing the entire football team, just for them to dump her at the curb like garbage. She didn't mind though, she enjoyed every second of it. She took every load they could muster, draining every guys balls over and over still hungering for more even after they were all spent. She was an insatiable slut. Brittany was now standing at the foot of the porch steps. It's 2AM, lights were dark. "Good they're asleep" she slurs to herself. she proceeds up the steps wearing a jean skirt that barely covered her ass, a pink tank top with a black lacy bra underneath and matching black lace thong panties. Every article of clothing she was wearing had cum stains on them, some dry and some still sticky. She could feel cum dri...

Lyra picked her way out of the forest and through the front gates of the mansion, or what remained of them. The large iron gates had been torn off their hinges and thrown aside. A worrying sight. What the hell had Rain done? It was dark out but she was still able to see, the great many coloured moon helped a little with that. As she neared the front of the mansion she realised that the doors were missing. Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of barrier to stop this kind of thing? Had it been mistakenly turned off? She knew most estates outside of walled towns and cities had one, it just made sense when monsters filled the countryside. As she cautiously stepped inside the mana powered lights flickered on, dimmed, then managed to hold somewhat steady, then growing steadier. Her brow raised as she looked about the destroyed lobby. Furniture had been turned into kindling and anything loose was scattered across the floor, paper, lamps, broken china. Black burn marks were on every sur...