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Here a story I wrote in honor of Shon Richards lost nad. That sounds so much weirder than I meant it to. Tubular Balls “Dr. Boedecker is here, Dr. Sayne.” “Send him in, please, Olivia,” Sayne replied. Dr. Boedecker was one of the many professionals working at Sayne Industries. As such, like most other employees, he was wearing a white lab coat over his other clothes, which in this case were

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I made minor changes to chapters 12 and 19 of "Good Neighbors". I changed the opening quotes. Both of the previous quotes were from songs, and while they fit rather nicely, I am loathe to violate copyright, as I probably was, using them without permission. I think the quotes I'm using now are legal, and mostly appropriate.

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Here is a list of all the chapters. There is forward navigation at the end of each chapter, so you can start from 1 and read through if you want. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter

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Spoilers ahead, if you haven't read chapters 23 and 24. The story is complete. I'm not going to apologize for the rough nature of some of the chapters, because I did warn at the start that it might turn out that way. Actually, I'm pretty happy that I was able to finish the whole thing instead of posting incomplete chapters. That said, many of them were basically the first draft, and looking

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Chapter 24 - Epilogue 2 We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. - Japanese Proverb We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are. - Anais Nin A month after the wedding It was an elaborate party for employees, to celebrate several good contracts and a lot of money made. People had flown in from other locations, and there were representatives from a company

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Change of plans. Chapter 23 today, 24 on Tuesday. Happy Fourth. Chapter 23 - Epilogue 1 Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain! – Wizard of Oz About seven months ago. Usually Anton Rousseau disliked these things, but he was obliged to attend and mingle with the employees. At least his assistant Michael told him he was. So Anton “mingled” and found that he was actually enjoying

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Okay, that's it. End of the story. All questions answered, all mysteries revealed. Nice how things turned out that, lucky woman, that Jean. What's that? I promised 24 chapters? So I did, so I did. And indeed, there are two more, to wrap things up even more, if that's possible. Or perhaps to unravel things. Hmmmm.As for this chapter, originally I hadn't planned Anton asking her to marry him. That

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Chapter 22 Too much of a good thing can be wonderful. Mae West “I know he seems to be a great guy and all, but how much do you really know about this Anton guy?” Eli asked. She and Jean were sitting at Jean’s dining table drinking coffee. Jean was naked but the only thing they’d done that morning was to have coffee. Jean had been dating Anton for a few weeks. They’d had several dinners and

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The date, finally. This was an attempt at a romantic outing.I have finished chapter 23. It is an epilogue. I'm happy that I am using that word correctly. The chapter is about twice as long as any other chapter, but don't worry, you've read some of it already. I needed to move a bit of it to chapter 24, which will be a second epilogue. Chapter 24 is also done, and is more or less normal in size.

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Chapter 21I generally avoid temptation unless I can't resist it. - Mae West Jean put on her nicest dress. It was long, ankle length, curve hugging, and black, with spaghetti straps. One side was slit up to the waist, and the front seemed like it just held in her ample breasts, although it actually fit well, and was designed to show off her cleavage. She had a matching short, black jacket, and she

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This wraps up the party, and so now we move on. Why look, it's Anton again!Everything is done, at least in a first draft state, except chapter 23. That one is going to be a very large chapter, with hopefully a few surprises in it. I'm still banging away at it, and it's already longer than any other chapter. I actually don't have too much left, so I'm very hopeful that I'll be through soon. It's

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Chapter 20Commit a sin twice and it will not seem a crime. - Jewish ProverbJean found she was very weary. She had been up for a long time, and had been fucked in every opening she had, uncounted times. She’d had dozens of orgasms. Her pussy and ass were even now twitching a little. She was surprised that the redness from various whippings was mostly gone, but there were a few lines on her back

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More of the party. It's not quite over. This was one of my main ideas that originally I was building towards - a whole bunch of freaky situations for the heroine to be in. She'd probably be sore, no?Next week, the after-party, and then on to other things, heading towards the conclusion.Chapter 22 is now half done. I think I'll actually be done by the time I need to post it. Then I just need to

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Chapter 19 Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! But, alas, we never do. - Dorothy Parker Jean made her way to the 'ballroom' again, and made it to the bar without incident. "May I, I mean, get something to eat?" she asked him hesitantly. "Sure," he replied, "I'll get you a sandwich. Go sit at one of the blue tables, there." He

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Chapters 18 and 19 (and a small part of 20) comprise "the party". They used to be one chapter, but since it was so big I decided to split it at midnight, more or less. The resulting chapters are both still pretty big, probably the longest ones in the story so far. I've used this idea at least once before. A party where the characters encounter a bunch of different sexual situations is not

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Chapter 18Being your slave, what should I do but tendUpon the hours and times of your desire? William ShakespeareJean had butterflies in her stomach as they approached the front door to the huge house. They passed many expensive cars on their way in. The large front door was very ornate and opened as they got to it. A pretty woman in a short, red party dress and a man in a tux came out, laughing

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This chapter is a preamble to 18/19. It's supposed to represent the passage of a little time, a month or so, before the big day that starts in 18. Chapters 18 and 19 are pretty long, but they are done. Chapter 20 is mostly done, and I've got much of 22 and 23 done as well. 21 is just a gleem in its father's eye right now, though. It's a transition to the ending, and as such is important. I just

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Chapter 17Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before. Mae WestIt was a few weeks after their “outing”. They had not gone out again, although they had definitely used Jean often. In general, Jean had to stay naked in her own house, and be prepared for Eli or Jeff to come over at any time, or to be called to come over to their house. They continued to tie Jean up, spank her, whip

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Skip week, last week. Sorry. Chapter 17 tomorrow.

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As mentioned previously, this chapter has been around a while. You might have even seen it before, it's posted in a number of places. It is one of three I've written about "Novelty Stores", although none of the stores are necessarily the same store. And now you know how the main character got into her predicament.I'm happy to have made it to this point. The events in chapter 15 were always meant

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Chapter 16 - Novelty Store - Batteries Not IncludedNovelty has charms that our minds can hardly withstand. William Makepeace ThackerayYou see lots of interesting and odd things working in a store like this. Well, I do, anyway. The pay isn't that good but the benefits are often great. I've seen some wild things working here, and just when I think I've seen it all, someone else comes in dressed

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The idea for this chapter has been in my head for a long time. That's because it's a set-up for chapter 16, which has been written for 9 years now. The story was always meant to head towards chapter 16, and then beyond. I'm kind of happy that I've managed to write the story up to this point. Before this year, I've only had pieces. As to where I stand now, I've got 16 (obviously), 17, 18 and most

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Chapter 15One’s company, two’s a crowd, three’s a party. Andy WarholOne Friday, Jean got a call from Eli. “Come over tomorrow morning before 8. We are going to go on a little outing. Be prepared for anything.”This wasn’t especially curious, except that Jean hadn’t gone on an outing of a sexual nature, which it seemed like this would be. And if so, apparently they would provide the clothing, since

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I know almost nothing about divorce, sorry. So if this doesn't seem correct, then it's probably that they just don't live in your state. Actually, my internal idea of where they live is Illinois, in some suburb of Chicago. Originally I think it might have been meant to be somewhere in California, near LA maybe. I've been trying to leave it open, though, because there's no real need to pin it down

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Chapter 14A neighbor living nearby is better than a relative far away. Proverbs 27:10A week had passed. It was Saturday morning, shortly after breakfast. Will had come back home that week, tired from his trip. Work had kept him busy, though, and Jean hadn’t had any time to talk with him. He decided she’d put it off long enough, and told him after they finished breakfast.“This is totally out of

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This (13) is another chapter that only recently has had stuff added to it.So, it's slow going on chapter 15. I will hopefully have it done soon, because chapter 16 is sort of a milestone for me. I've always wanted to tell the story that led up to chapter 16 (and then beyond).

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Chapter 13There is no coming to consciousness without pain. Carl JungIt was Saturday morning. Jean went over to Eli's house through the back gate. She was wearing her bikini, but she knew she wasn't going to get to swim, at least that morning. She went to the sliding glass door and Eli motioned her inside. She went to where they were, in the living room on the couch. Eli and Jeff sat on the couch

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Some of this is "first draft", sorry. It wasn't even written at all until just recently, and I felt kind of bad about the state it was in, so I decided to see if I could fill it out. Jean missing a day from her "assignment" was always in the plans.I'm working on chapter 15 now, as it leads into 16, which has been complete for years. But 13 and 14 are done.

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Chapter 12 We often get in quicker by the back door than by the front.- Napoleon Bonaparte The shoot Monday was going great, as far as Jean could tell. She was picking up a lot of pointers from the others, trying to mimic what they were doing and the way they did it. Hold this pose, open your mouth slightly, turn the head a bit, a bit more, a different expression now, on and on. It was tiring

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Something else I don’t know much about, and that is photo shoots. You might notice that it just sort of happens mostly off-stage. I don’t know if models can be suggested by others like this or if Jean would really have needed an agent or something. I wanted the idea to be that Jeff had perhaps pulled some strings so maybe the normal rules don’t apply. We’re just going to assume that the other

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Chapter 11When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers. Oscar WildeJean rode with Jeff downtown. Jeff had told her to dress casual since she wouldn’t be in her own clothes most of the day, so she’d worn jeans and a loose top. She squirmed in the car seat a bit. Her butt wasn’t quite use to having the butt plug out after having had it in all the previous day.Once they got to the shoot,

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I’m not exactly sure where the idea of the “punishment” came from. Tied up and hobbled, made to walk mincingly around a large chair. I wanted an idea of “laps”, some achievable goal, and not just “we’re going to tie you up and whip you as long as we feel like it.” Also, it means that Jean needs to play a somewhat active role in her punishment, with a chance to end it early if she can manage it.

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Chapter 10"No pain, no gain." - AnonymousThe next day Jean got a call from Eli asking her if she wanted to go swimming."Would I? Try and stop me!""Wear the bathing suit you got Friday," Eli told her. The bathing suit was a bikini. At first, Jean had thought it was Macramé. The top part had small circles that just covered her nipples, these were attached to a small lattice-work that surrounded her

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A flashback! Hopefully that was clear. Conversations. I tend to stress out about them, because in real life I’m not that good at them. I wrote and rewrote a number of the conversations in this story. Often the first draft is creepy, like someone is a stalker or something, rather than trying to appear helpful or concerned. I think the talk between Jean and Anton gets across what I was trying for.

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Chapter 9“Love thy neighbour - and if he happens to be tall, debonair and devastating, it will be that much easier.” Mae WestWill left on his business trip in the morning. Eli called Jean around noon. “We were going to go out dancing tonight. Want to come along?”“I guess so, but I haven’t been dancing in forever.”“Let me put it this way, Jean. You want to come with us tonight.” Continue Reading

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I would like to point out, if it’s not clear by this point, that Will is kind of one-dimensional. He’s really only there as an obstacle to work around. This is more or less by design, it’s not his story, it’s Jean’s. You (hopefully) sometimes get an idea of what he is thinking by his actions. Regardless, it’s his actions (or perhaps lack of) that affect Jean, and thus are the important part. Will

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Chapter 8People have discovered that they can fool the devil; but they can't fool the neighbors. Francis BaconEli came over in the morning, and told Jean they would go to the big mall again. "Let's look at your clothes, to see what you need." The two women went into Jean's bedroom, and Eli immediately started to rummage through Jean's dresser. "Ugh, you need to replace these, and these, and..."

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Ha ha, get it, it's a pun on the fact that the character in the story is having an affair...Okay, so I've decided to slow the publishing schedule down a bit, to give me time to actually write some more on the story. I'm working on chapter 12 now, it's about half done, maybe. It'll be "first draft" quality, but at least it won't just be notes. I've also thrown some words into some of the other

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I have actually written some more on this story! I've trying to fill in bits and pieces as I can. Up to chapter 11 is now done, at least first draft stage. Chapter 12 is only notes, and 13 is just a few notes. After that, it's hit or miss, with some chapters done or almost done, and others with gaps. I had envisioned the story as connected "scenes", and plotted it out that way. So I know what

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Chapter 7We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret - Jim RohnEli answered the door wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt that had a picture of a mountain lion on it. Jean had half expected a leather skirt or something. Jean herself was wearing similar clothes, blue jeans and a sweat top."Come on in, Jean," Eli said, "Wait'll you see them, they came out great."

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I wanted to point something out with this last chapter, and that is that I'm not a lesbian. This goes back to my premise that all porn is fantasy. Now maybe the events could have happened as described. So we’ll just go with that for now. It’s possible. I did manage to actually write a little bit. I’ve got the chapter numbers set up correctly, and the story is done, up through chapter 10. Most of

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Chapter 6You shall love your neighbor as yourself. Matthew 22:39 When Jean got home, she hid the handcuffs with the video she had, then took a shower to wash off the sticky syrup, then put on more comfortable clothes than the black outfit she had been wearing. Luckily no one had been outside to see her head back home in a short black skirt, jacket that didn’t close and high heels at 10 in the

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Did I mention that this story takes place in the mid-1990's? Let's see - oh, yeah, back in the comments to chapter 1. Seems important to mention, because the video cameras use tape, and nobody seems to have a cell phone. And, well, that's when I started to write the thing.Also, it's a bit compressed, time-wise. Things happen probably a lot quicker than they might if it were real life. (Then again

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Chapter 5You can be a good neighbor only if you have good neighbors. - Howard KochEli led Jean to the spot she had been before. "Just relax, Jean, "she said, "Just do what you did before." Jeff set up the camera, tested her with a light meter again, and started clicking away. Jean was stiff at first, but then she started to move more, and eventually got into the session. "That's it, to the right,

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Chapter 4If we put the camera on ourselves, our friends and neighbors, we'll come up with some scary stuff. - Neil LaButeOn Saturday, Jean got a call from Eli in the afternoon. "Why don't you wear that black outfit you got at the mall?""What? I don't think so, Eli."Eli persisted. "Look, I told Jeff about it, and he would like to take some pictures of you in it. I told him how great you look in it

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Exciting shopping action!Chapter 3A good neighbor is a priceless treasure. AnonymousJean went around in a daze the rest of the day. She thought first of erasing the tape. But something held her back. She had been ... aroused, turned on by watching it. She wanted to watch it again, but she felt she dared not. It was all so confusing. Where would be a good place to hide it? She searched the house,

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Shon Richards has a new book. You can find info about it here. It's a "choose-your-own-path" porn story called Prisoner of the Wizard's Harem. You can buy this book, a printed, hard-bound kind of thing. Pretty cool. I had read through the initial story (as a tester) and it was fun. I died a few times, and might have been turned into a toad at one point. Good luck, Shon.

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So, more, even kinkier sex in this installment of the experiment. It's gets kinkier, too.I was trying to keep things as realistic as I could, at least for a "sex story". It gets less realistic as it goes along, I think, but that is necessary for the story to progress. I did try not to have too many coincidences, though. Guess we'll see how that works out.

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Chapter 2How can I ignore the boy next door? - Ralph BlaneWill let Jean sleep late the next day. When she finally woke up, it was after 11:00."Late night, huh?" he asked her.Immediately she was hit with a pang of guilt. She felt her face flush with heat. The enormity of what she had done hit here almost like a physical blow and she felt sick. She rushed into the bathroom and threw up. She cleaned

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Okay, so there's the start. Main character gets mad at husband, gets drunk, neighbor wife conveniently leaves, she has sex with neighbor husband, he tapes it.I forgot to mention that this story is taking place in the mid 1990's. It's when I started it, so the camcorder still uses tape, no Youtube to post video's, no big cell phone use yet. I kept most technology out of it, mostly on

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I need to mention that while the first chapter or two of this is "normal" sex, it eventually gets into bondage and BSDM type stuff.Chapter 1A good neighbor is a very desirable thing. Thomas JeffersonJean Reynolds was excited. New neighbors! Nothing much new had happened to her in a long time, it seemed. But now, something new and different. She had met them for a few minutes when they were moving

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Something new! Sort of. Starting tomorrow, with some explanation today:Okay, so here’s the deal. I have this story, which I’ve decided to call “Good Neighbors”. I had written quite a bit of it, set it aside (for many years), then picked it up and wrote some more (and then set it aside again). I have fleshed it out with an outline, and have most of the components in place. I have the first 9

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She didn't do gobs of movies, but I always liked her. And I really liked her voice as well, in Paul Oakenfold's "Faster Kill Pussycat". "You turn me on, yeah you're turning me on..." This picture is from "Sin City", a movie that doesn't seem to get mentioned in among the one's she usually credited for. Sad she died so young.

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I got a link from this place called Love Boudoir, so I thought I would link back. I have not delved deeply into the site, but it appears to be something like an aggregate page for naughty websites. They call it a showcase. It’s fairly well laid out, and there are a lot of links there to other pages. I’m going to have to explore it more when I get the time. The odd thing for me is that I get this

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I might actually have some readers out there. It's unlikely, I know, but just in case...I'm going to be around - less in the coming days/weeks/months. Probably not totally gone, but just not posting much. I will send out a tweet with Twitter when something new happens, so if you care, you can follow me there.I've run out of new, well, completed new stories to post. I've got some half-finished

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List of links to the stories, so that it doesn't take up so much room in the sidebar and it's all in one place.The InheritancePart 0Part 1Cooper's Interlude IPart 2Cooper's Interlude IIPart 3Maid's Interlude IPart 4Alice's Interlude IMaid's Interlude IIPart 5Cooper's Interlude IIIPart 6Maid's Interlude IIIPart 7Cooper's Interlude IVPart 8Alice's Interlude IIPart 9Alice's Interlude IIIPart

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Here are the links to all the chapters of the story, a permanent place instead of taking up room in the sidebar.Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11EpilogCommentsPreliminaryAfterwardLink to Writings of Leviticus, where you can see this and other Rhianna Stories.

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As mentioned at the start, Peter wrote a number of other stories with Rhianna and Matthew and Vessor. Vessor was meant to be a Skinner-type character (from the X-Files). In fact, I’ve always pictured him as looking like the actor that portrayed AD Skinner. I know very little of the hierarchy of the FBI, so I tried not to mention that much, but Vessor was meant to have some ulterior motive in

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Rhianna stormed past Wilson's secretary and burst into his office. "You asshole," she cursed at him, "you lied to me!" Wilson was momentarily surprised, but recovered quickly. His secretary left and closed the door when he nodded to her that it was okay. He turned back to Rhianna. "Agent Summer, let me explain, I -" "Don't fuck with me anymore, Wilson, you don't have a clue as to what I went

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I found this site I like. It's Grigbertz Gallery. There are quite a few fun pictures on the site, including the one at the right here. I particularly liked the "Dwarf Jewelry" story line, although I kept hoping it could be laid out in order. There is a Wiki that adds a number of things, including an actual written story for "Dwarf Jewelry". It looks like the idea was to put in links to the

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Peter (Leviticus) re-wrote some of this chapter, because my original version didn’t have much action in it. I would say that he changed about a third of the chapter, mostly towards the end. He often had a TV cop show mindset, building up to a dramatic conclusion. The plot of chapter 11 didn’t really change; he just added the slam-bang action scenes. It ended up being a much better chapter because

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We have spelling and grammar rules for a reason. All languages do. Mainly, it’s so that people understand what you’re saying. If you write something and mess up the grammar or misspell a word, then that reduces communication. If it is a story, anything that stops the reader and takes him out of the world you created is bad. You want the reader to immerse himself in what you’ve written. A mistake

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You all know what a HAZMAT team is, right?Rhianna started to get things she'd need to clean the bathroom, but stopped when she realized that she still needed to figure out when the bomb was arriving. She shook her head. Her whole assignment, and she'd almost forgotten, simply because Matthew had told her to clean the bathroom. She went back to the desk and to the folder. It was slow work,

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Shon Richards awarded me an "Honest Scrap" award. However, this branch ends with me I'm afraid. I don't exactly know the rules, but aparently I'm supposed to send it on to ten others, and also say some honest things about myself.I don't know ten other folks (bloggers) that I can send the thing on to, first of all. Second, I tend to avoid talking honestly about myself. Anonymous and all that,

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They wandered around the party some more. Matthew told her that the party encompassed a lot. It was more than just a "bunch of perverts getting together and tying each other up." Some people liked the performance. Some liked the notoriety of being among others who could appreciate their handiwork. Anderson himself didn't really like "performing" to a crowd, but he did like showing off his pet. He

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So, yeah, here's another link to a comic that is definitely NSFW. It's called Oglaf, and it's a weird sort of strip that's hard to explain. There are a number of story-lines. One involves a knave of sorts that works for a rather wicked queen that taunts him in numerous ways, but never allows him to climax. I also liked the explorers looking for the Fountain of Youth, and instead finding - other

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He led her by the leash off to the other side of the room. Rhianna was a bit embarrassed by having to walk through the crowd naked, on a leash. She noticed that she was getting stares, too. She couldn't decide on what to do with her hands. She wanted to cover herself with them, but knew that would not be appropriate. She almost wished that he had hooked them back together behind her, at least she

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So, I just check with Literotica again. I had written up a complaint, and nothing seemed to happen, so I wrote another about a week later with appropriate links to ASSTR for the story that was misappropriated. This time, it was removed, in fact a few others from the same "author" were also removed, as near as I can tell. He is still there, though, they didn't totally ban him or anything like that

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Here is a link to a comic I'd seen before but forgotten about and found a link to again and it's pretty neat so check it out. It's called Chester 5000 XYV, and it's a comic about a victorian sex robot. Basically, yes. The robot has sex with a woman, or vice versa, and pisses off the husband, although he's the one who built it in the first place, so why he gave the robot a penis I don't know.

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"Sir, Anderson has left in a limousine with Agent Summer. They've headed north up Long Island. The agents watching them said they were both very well dressed." Agent Wilson set down a few photographs of Rhianna and Anderson getting into a long car. Vessor studied the pictures. "Heading to a party, it appears," he told Wilson. "Do you think Anderson is going to try anything tonight, sir?" "No,

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Sylvia took the dress from her and walked into another room. There, she put the dress in a box that said "Cynthia's" on it. Rhianna was holding back a little, not quite sure what she should be doing. Sylvia noticed this. "Come on, dear, I won't bite," she said, "not too hard, in any case." She smiled, and Rhianna became just a little more worried. Still, she stepped up to the other woman. "You

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I have been plagerized. I'm sure it's not the first time, but it's the first time I've noticed. It was fairly recent, in February on Literotica. The story is "Novelty Store".I'm not exactly sure how I should feel. Kind of pissed, I guess. I mean, what an ass, right? I informed Literotica, I guess we'll see if they do anything or not.

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A slap on her butt woke Rhianna somewhat rudely. "Bathroom, then breakfast," Anderson told her. She was surprised to find that he'd already removed the chains between her cuffs. She was slightly disoriented, but quickly remembered where she was and who she was supposed to be. Her nudity in front of a strange man bothered her for a few seconds, until she realized she'd been naked since the

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Rhianna looked around at the apartment. It was nicely furnished. A bit more Spartan than she might have thought but tastefully done. The furniture was good quality without appearing ostentatious. It didn't seem like a dungeon, and she didn't notice any hooks on the walls or chains lying around. Anderson left her standing by the door and walked over to a wet bar. "Would you like something to drink

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Hey, Dr. Sayne thought of it first. Naked Friday

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This is a cool set of playing cards, or at least the spades. The hearts are here. This artist, Elena Dolgova, has a number of other interesting drawings as well. She is from Russia. I hope she continues the set.

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True to her word, Tonya had talked a lot more with Rhianna; about the Kennel, about Tonya's life, about all sorts of things. The two of them had a horrific adventure, both captured by Atamo, and they hadn't talked about it very much at all. After they were rescued, Rhianna had come down kind of hard, and had taken a while to come to grips with what had happened to her. Tonya hadn't liked the

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"Boy oh boy, I am so mad at Farrah Fawcett-Majors. She is so conceited. She has never called me once. And after the hours I've spent holding up her poster with one hand!" - Steve Martin You and me both, Steve, you and me both.

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I have a problem with porn, and have most of my life. Well, “adult” life, I suppose, at least when I started reading/looking at porn. Used to be, there wasn’t an internet, or tubes or anything. You wanted porn you went to a bookstore. As I recall, most often it was up on the high shelf, and early on not in plastic wrap. If you could reach it, you could read it. There was no real distinction back

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Rhianna's reverie was interrupted by a bell. That meant lunch time. It might also mean that she was being viewed, she wasn't sure. Rhianna was in one of the special rooms that were in the adoption area of the Kennel. She knew that at any time they could open a window or adjust the lighting or something, and show her off to prospective masters. Of course, she knew that the only one they'd show her

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Rhianna Summer had had a long time to contemplate her current predicament. Five days so far. Tied up as she was, more or less blindfolded, stuck in a small room to herself, all she could do was think about how she'd gotten mixed up in this case for the FBI. Often she wondered why she'd said yes to agent Wilson and assistant director Vessor. Once again, she went over the events in her mind,

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I'm a slow writer. Inspiration is random, and what I feel like writing about is random, too. I mean, "Pipeworks", where the heck did that come from? I have, in fact, about half another one done with those same characters, and it will probably be my next new thing. I've gone through most of my older stories, though, posted them all here.Except - except for, there are a few others. Like, "To Catch

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A bit of explanation. There is a story on Leviticus' site called "Surviver" (a purposeful misspelling) that is a BDSM take on "Survivor". This interlude was a "mini-advertisement" for that story."So, what do you think Master Cooper and Missus Alice will be doing out west?" Kathy and Delia were cleaning the master bathroom. It was something they often did, but they didn't often clean it like they

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This is the last adventure of Alice I currently have. There'll be a final interlude tomorrow. I've got a few ideas for new stories, perhaps I'll be able to get to them sometime.(inspired by characters created by Leviticus, editing by Suzi)Alice Gets High on a Plane"So, are you ready for our trip today?Alice was eating breakfast when Cooper asked her. She was on the floor, eating her eggs out of a

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I just really liked the outfit here. It doesn’t seem especially practical, I mean, buckles on the panties? But who cares if it looks this good.Original is here.My thought upon seeing this is that she’s going to be punished for something and was told to go stand in the corner. I don’t know, I think she needs to wait a little longer in anticipation.Original here.

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I realized that anytime you write porn, it’s basically fantasy. Here’s a list of things you hardly ever find in porn. They are from the heterosexual male point of view. No particular order.• While lying down/kissing/rolling around, you pull her hair too much and she yelps• You put your elbow on her hair as she’s turning her head• Her nipples are too sensitive (period coming up) and she won’t let

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Nita was surprised and a little confused. Her boyfriend Mark of half a year was showing her some contraption and she was unsure of how it was supposed to work. It looked like a random collection of pipes. Most of the pipes were the square kind with holes in them. They were bolted together, or in a few cases soldered. “We’ve tried bondage before, and I saw a picture of something like this, and you

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Tomorrow’s story is called “Pipeworks”, just because sometimes I can’t think of a good title. It’s the working title. It’s a masturbatory fantasy, at least for me (maybe too much information?). It’s probably almost completely devoid of reality. Not like gnomes and unicorns and wizards, but like “I don’t think real life works that way”. Occasionally there is hand-waving and things just work. No

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So here’s a bit about the ending of yesterday’s story. SPOILERS AHEAD, so if you ain’t read it yet, mebbe you should go check it out first.The main idea of the story is of course that the fat guy that likes to parade around in the nude becomes skinny and now has to wear clothes. Haha! What a switch! Hopefully hi-jinks along the way. Originally, my idea was more of a slapstick thing in his lab

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I've decided to post this new Sayne Industries story today, instead of waiting for next week. It took me a while to get the ending to where I wanted it. Actually, it's still not quite there, but it's close enough and not too bad the way it is. You tell me.Fat WednesdayIt was Wednesday. That meant that it was Naked Wednesday at the Sayne Industries Cafeteria, and thus, turkey meatloaf day. Better

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I'm going to be off-line next week, and probably the week after, so no updates for a little while. Maybe I'll use that time to write something else. Yeah, right.

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"Cooper, can I ask you something?" Alice and Cooper had left their car parked at Cynthia's and walked off to find a restaurant. They picked a small French restaurant a few blocks away. Cooper ordered for both of them, in French, so Alice didn't know what she was going to have until it came. It turned out to be a light salad and cold, but tasty soup. She was very hungry, and Cooper knew what she

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(inspired by characters created by Leviticus, editing by Suzi)Alice Goes Shopping for Accessories"So sir, what is it you've called us all here for?"Alice was in a position that was becoming more familiar to her lately. Cooper called it 'position one'. Her butt was freshly spanked, and sitting on it was a bit painful. She was on her knees, legs spread apart, butt on heels. Her hands were together

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The Maids Make Alice Blush"Yes, sir, what is it?"Alice was naked, on her knees, butt on heels, legs wide apart, hands together behind her neck. ‘Position one’, Cooper called it. She was in the middle of the living room, and Cooper was sitting on the couch nearby. In front of her were the three maids who lived and worked in the large house she and Cooper shared.The maids were in their normal

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By Bluewords (inspired by characters created by Leviticus, editing by Suzi)Alice Learns What the Strange Device Is"What the hell is this thing?"Cooper had unpacked a strange device from a crate and set it up.The device had a base the size of a breadbox, mounted on a wide flat platform. A pole rose out of the base and went straight up for two and a half feet, ending in a narrow "seat" that wasn’t

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I tend to try and see both sides of a story. I usually wonder about the back-story of the characters, the details we don’t always get. How did they end up that way? Sometimes I think of what that story might be. Here is my idea of the other side of the coin, then. It kind of a odd story, and really only makes sense if you read this first. Also, it’s not 100% faithful to the original. Gotta take

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"Where should we put the crate?" A delivery truck had just dropped off a large crate. Cooper had the men put it upstairs in Alice's and his bedroom. His maid Delia had been upstairs cleaning when the two burly men hauled the heavy crate into the room. They were surprised to see a half-naked woman cleaning, and had nearly dropped the box. They were further surprised to see Delia in cuffs and

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(inspired by characters created by Leviticus, editing by Suzi)Alice Has Lunch andDelia Gets the Wrong Package"Why did they send me this?"Delia was in her room, with an open box and a handful of leather and chains. Her two friends and fellow maids, Kathy and Becky, were standing near. All three were examining the contents of the package Delia had received in the mail."It was supposed to be a dress

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I found this site that has pin-up art. A number of cool pictures there. The artist is Andrew Bawidamann and this is a sample. The thumbnail doesn't really do it justice.

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"Jeez, Kath, do you always have to be rubbing your bottom?"Becky was in the laundry room looking out into the kitchen at her friend and fellow maid."I'm sorry, Becky, but it still hurts, doesn't it." Kathy was standing at the counter preparing lunch. She was, except for her maid's cap, also completely naked, and had to remain that way for the next few days. It was a condition of her punishment

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