The wedding marked a high point in our felicity. The new Sultan, Ahmed, occupied as he was with wars to the West, was content to leave me where I was. The local Amirs had nothing to gain from my departure, so for now, I was safe. In the north, what they called 'the time of troubles' was beginning. The designated heir, Feodor, vanished from view, with rumour...
Kira: I didn't need to fake the look on my face. Rebecca leapt up, in only her panties and shirt, completely appalled. "It's... we're..." she stammered. For once, she had no lies. Jennifer slowly stirred on the couch, seemingly in a daze. She was naked from the waist down, and looked soaked. I'd watched the last few minutes of Rebecca's expert oral perform...
Name: Rebeca 2671 Status: born slave Designation: domestic Height: 158cm Hair: brown Eyes: grey Age of submission: yes Markings *recommended* Tattoos: no Brands: no Skills- Reading: yes Writing: yes Math: basic Other skills (use separate page if needed): no Owner: Oak Park Corporation That's me. I think I'm about fifty years old. I'm one of La...
My name is Danica Haverhill. A six-foot-one, chubby and big-bottomed yet still very good-looking Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A lot of people think of me as an uptight bitch with too much time and money on her hands. Maybe they're right. Whatever. I don't let it get to me because I've been called worse in my day. Much worse, actu...
There is no name for a woman like me. Most people would prefer to keep me chained in their fantasies than admit there might be a real chance of meeting me in the street one day. Life has been good to me. I have it all - looks, money, university accolades, a great job, a top range sports car, and several penthouse apartments around the world. Some might say I...
This story is a novel, meaning it had a plot, climax, beginning and end so if you are looking for just sex, this story is not the right one for you. I took my times when I wrote this story, I really wanted to build up the plot and make the characters more real. This is my first story ever, hopefully you'll like it. This is a work of fictional. All character...
A beautiful sexy black girl, standing up for her mother, a housekeeper, against her snobby and bitchy employer Mrs Natasha Jordan had never been more surprised in her life, she didn't know yet that, embarrassment, shame, and humiliation were on the horizon and heading unerringly her way. She was at this very moment under attack, and one she was finding out,...
After an hour of looking up at the wall I decided to get up and do something. What that something was...I didn't know. I checked my phone and sighed. No messages or texts. Well, at least not any from the one person I wanted them from. I rubbed my temples. How had my life gotten so sad? I hated that I had even wanted to check so soon. She said she would c...
Huyen Nguyen glanced around the lift as it ascended to the 16th floor of the 20 story, grey concrete Govt. housing commission building in Napier Street Fitzroy Melbourne. Her mouth curled with disdain. It hadn't changed since she lived in another similar building on the 6 building site 25 years ago. Her eyes took in an empty wine flagon, used condoms, vomi...
With the participation of Pimanko as translator from original French language. I thank him. *** Chapter 10 The Much-Expected Visit Part 2 After some sucking and nibbling on the nipples, the countess stood up and kissed Stephanie full on the lips. "My name is Claire. I would really like it if you call me that instead of 'countess.' I know that all the est...