The body of Lucinda Michaels was found early Monday morning on the fifty yard line of the high school football stadium. She had been strangled. She was the head cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in school. It shocked the community. Two days after her body was found, Adam Strictland was arrested for her murder. The police found incriminating texts from Adam on her phone, and someone had seen them arguing on Sun...

This could not be happening, I told myself. No way was I in some frat house bedroom with both Kori and Veronica! And to think, I hadn't even wanted to come to this Halloween party. A guy from my dorm had invited me, and though it wasn't my kind of scene, he swore it would be fun. Yet as soon as we'd arrived tonight, he'd deserted me to flirt with some girl he hoped to hook up with. For the first hour, I stood alone, with...

An aged, stout wooden door stood before me, guarding the already imposing building. It was more than just a mere entrance. It was a symbol of endurance, a witness to the past, and a gateway to the unknown. A silent observer of history; it had withstood years of use and still stands tall, a testament to its quality craftsmanship. Its once smooth surface was now weathered and worn, the grain of the wood clearly visible, bea...

SUNDAY I woke on Sunday morning to the very pleasant sensation of Sara cuddled up to me, stroking my cock. Little head had obviously woken up before big head. “Good morning,” I said as I kissed her brow. “Good morning sleepy head,” she replied. “I fancy a really big breakfast.” “Sounds good, but I know what I’d like first,” I said as I rolled around to face her. Sara kept hold of my now aching cock and said “That will hav...

SATURDAY When I woke the next morning, I was feeling surprisingly refreshed. Sara was still fast asleep beside me. I carefully slid out of bed so as not to disturb her and, having used the bathroom, went along to the kitchen and made coffee. While the kettle boiled, I tidied up a little in the living room. I sorted out the pile of ropes and tidied all the toys into a neat pile. I brought my coffee through into the living...

FRIDAY When I woke the following morning I was alone, well alone in bed at least. I could hear noises from down the corridor. I got up, grabbed my robe, and after a quick bathroom break, headed down the hallway. Sara was in the kitchen, naked as the day she was born. My washing up had been done and she was standing at the counter tapping her fingers as the kettle slowly came to the boil. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mi...

As Sara’s parting words were to encourage me to contact her soon I popped her email on Sunday evening. It was nothing intense, just asking her if she was OK and whether she had any problems when she got home. I also sent an email to Karen thanking her for the fantastic time. I mentioned that I’d mailed Sara. I had to work on Monday morning so pottered about for a little while planning an early night. I quickly checked my...

I would like to claim it began in innocence, but I think I knew all along I was playing with fire. I had learned the art of hypnosis from a colleague. Turns out, I was really good at it, and I didn’t charge a dime. Word-of-mouth supplied me with clients, and I kept getting better at the techniques of deeply relaxing people and opening their minds to receive my hypnotic suggestions. A year into my new hobby, my sister, Car...