"Hello? Miss? Anyone in there?" "Huh?" She was back in the grocery store, staring down at the faded black of the conveyor belt. In front of her was a large, irate customer. She looked down to find the belt overloaded with cans. The customer was tapping his foot and pointedly staring at his watch. "Sorry, sir," Cassie said, as she began to swipe the cans a...
Note to Reader: Farah Bint Salman is 30 year old bisexual Saudi Princess. Her father, who obtained a PHD from Georgetown, has held the position of Minister of the Interior and Foreign Minister and current serves on a board of directors at an oil company. He met Farah's mother, Suhair, who is Lebanese, while he was studying his Undergrad at the American Unive...
'What!' I exploded, down the phone line to my friend. 'He's having what?' Had I heard her correctly? My husband was having an affair, with a woman at the bottom of her street, I was incredulous, 'never,' I said, 'he would never betray me.' I shouted. 'I'm sorry Donna,' Linda said, 'but he has to be, I've seen him 3 or 4 times now, going in for a 2 or 3 ho...
This is the third and final instalment of this trilogy. The most enjoyable aspect of everything surrounding this is your feedback- I'm grateful for the time you have taken to read any of these instalments. Receiving comments and your votes means a lot and I appreciate it. Trigger Warning: *Contains themes of violence, injuries and deceased persons.* Incl...
I was pleased that Kelly asked Kassie to accompany us to the house. She wanted us to be together as much as possible since we hadn't seen one another since Christmas. When we entered, Kelly started to remove the leash from my collar. Kassie immediately said, "Kelly, would you mind leaving it on a while longer?" She still held the lead end in her hand. "Ka...
Smokey Saga #18: "Happy Endings II—Won't You Smile Awhile For Me" ***** Here is the newly edited sequel to my January 2014 story "For Happy Endings It Takes Two." Enjoy. ***** Saturday, December 14th, 2013, 4:22 p.m. She had just brought the plate of appetizers into the living room. She set it down and trotted to the window to look outside. Her date ha...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. It seeks to explore lesbian masochism, which I know exists. It was my husband's fault. Really. Mike was a horny bastard, and something of a voyeur. And that was how he lost me – simple as that. We used to go to a lot of parties, with other young married couples, many of us fancying each other's partners like mad....
Introduction Hello everybody, Davina reporting in, remember me? Please do not worry too much if you don't. It's been a long time since I personally spoke out. Looking back the other day I was amazed how much time has elapsed. I contributed eight consecutive stories in early 2017, filling you all in on my sex life (and intimately at that!). Kicking off in 2...
The following is my best memory of how I came to meet Mistress and commit myself to her service. The events themselves I distinctly remember as they were important episodes in my life and, as such, stamped upon my memory. However I admit to taking some license with conversation and minor details, as I do not remember them exactly, although the general gist i...
Four Samba stood still as the white woman stepped out of her hut. She was very excited; her fingers kept touching the hard thing that encircled her neck. As every Amazon knew, that was a bulawa – and the woman had given her one! She lay down on her cot and closed her eyes, trying to remember. It had been a long time ago, many years before her grandmother w...