A storm raged in my gut as I climbed the stairs. No denying I was aroused and eager to see him. He'd set me on edge with his first scavenger hunt command, and every errand since had only made me hornier. Major lines had been crossed with the full-monty-waxing and the girly-panty-wearing, and god help me, there was still the not insignificant matter of the...
Warning: Firstly, I'm new to this whole writing thing. Secondly, I have a bad sense of humour and that tends to be present even in my most intense romance/ sex scenes. Lastly, if you want more you have to tell me, I lose interest in stories easily and will probably not finish anything I start unless someone is hounding me. Enjoy. _______________________...
BRENDAN "Harder B, give it to me!" she whispered roughly as she dug her red polished nails to my back muscles. Her legs around my hips and her feet hooked on to each other pushing my ass more close to her pussy. Her tits bouncing up and down as I flick on each nipple. Maya and I were supposed to head off to the Weston High Cabinet meeting but, as usual, (i...
I pulled away from the kiss and said the only words I could think at the moment: "Love me, Bryson. Please." "I will, baby. I already do. Just not here. Our first time is not going to be in the cramped cab of my pickup truck." Bryson panted. My head cleared and I looked around. He was right. It wasn't exactly a romantic locale. I moved over into my seat and...
"What the fuck did you say to me bitch?" Uh oh. I'd pissed Daddy off. I'd been whoring for Daddy for three weeks now. I can't remember the number of black gentlemen who have enjoyed what I have to offer them. Still using my hotel room, every penny I earned went to Daddy. But that was a problem. The hotel wanted their room paid for and my credit cards have...
I write to you of my friend Indio...who became a male slave/master when he turned twenty-one and went to college! Nineteen year old Sipple Knox was what they call a "fourth generation legacy", a rich boy who didn't have a lot of smarts, and just got into Georgetown 'cause all his relatives did. Sip couldn't take his eyes off Indio, though--partially because...
The next five days, Mr. C had me running ragged. I couldn't risk not having my phone within reach, even at work. Friday morning began with an 8 a.m. text with a link to a glory hole video: WATCH ME And no touching the D One hour later, more of the same. He left me alone until three, when he started in again, with a marathon of required viewing links ever...
PART 2 It had been about 4 months since the events at Jay’s house. I hadn't heard from Jay at all in those months, and started to forget about the whole events. I started to feel more at ease with myself, but didn't plan on playing for the team again. Over the summer I’d managed to get myself a job waiting tables at a local diner, and was making a reasona...
Once again thanking my editor, RogueLurker. Best gal in the solar system.*kisses* baby. Give me some feedback and I'll tank you for it, just, please, make it makes sense. *grin* * Yanking hard on my bag, trying to get the damned thing out of the overhead compartment, I nearly fell backward when it finally came free. I knew I wasn't thinking straight, my s...
[Note: Despite the category of this story, there is no male/male sex, or even foreshadowing of it, in this segment of the story.] * It was a the tiniest piece of red foil—easy to miss. So easy that my wife clearly had. I could have, too. If I'd missed it, the cleaning lady certainly would have cleaned it up the next day, on her weekly visit and, then, thi...