Vera knocked lightly on the door to Xui-Li's cabin, gathering herself for this next phase of the emotional roller coaster. She was unused to feeling so powerless, to being at everyone's beck and call, to having no say whatsoever in what she did or what was done to her. However, she was in too deep and there was no way for her to back out now. Out here at sea...
Sweet Josie. We met last year when she was assigned as my dorm roommate on my freshman year. Summer is fading into fall and now, at the start of our junior year, we chose to room again. A little shorter than me, her tight little body, her brown sugar colored hair and sex bed hazel eyes, causes boy's heads to turn when she walks down the dorm halls. But she's...
Back in her old room, Jen lay on the bed in the dark feeling sick; it was as if there was a huge gap where her stomach used to be, an aching void. It wasn't the locked door, the pitch darkness or the lack of control that bothered her, it was the powerful emotions that churned within her; she felt nauseous, she felt dizzy, she felt as if she were falling into...
There are times when there is no time, when it isn't just the urgent need between my legs which is the imperative. When the only chance for satisfaction is fast shameless action. Move now or it is gone forever. *** The Brits gave the world railways. Not just in the inventing sense - I studied enough economic history to know that it was Brit capital that fi...
To say that Saudi Princess Taja Hakim led a sheltered life would be the understatement of the century. Born on November 9, 1989, to Saudi Prince Ahmed Hakim and his Lebanese-born wife Princess Aamina Ali, the young Arabian Princess bred in metropolitan Riyadh was destined to live all over the place. Her parents spend most of their time between the Republic o...
As it's festival season I can't help but be jealous of all the people off having fun right now. I used to go to Download festival, I was lucky though and the times when I went it was lovely weather, not like the monsoon it seems to usually be nowadays. Festivals are brilliant for my unwashed fetish, as it's days on end of no washing, getting hot and sweaty i...
November 16th Year 41 After the Return of the Tsarine A serf girl, and more importantly, a rowing girl on The Ship of the Terrible knows not to over-indulge into anything. Why? Because every bit of pleasure won't last long. Then, when the cold reality of your everyday life kicks in, it hits you like a big pile of bricks. Last night, we forgot our promise no...
Daisy lay in her bed that night, still aching. Her holes had been used again and again that weekend, and they felt sore. On top of that, she had left the pumps on her nipples and anus until just before bedtime. Even on their timed schedule that gave her relief every ten minutes or so, they ached. She examined the swollen nubs, still obscenely large and purpl...
Both the teacher, Etta Coughlin, and the student, Reena Patellan, were thinking the same thing at the same time: it was the middle of April 1955; the weather outside was wonderful, inviting, tempting. Yet here they both were, stuck indoors in a warm, dusty classroom. They blamed each other. Miss Coughlin was punishing Reena by making her write lines on the...
A few days after my "plugging" Lauren asked me if she could invite her long-time school-friend, Abigail to visit for the coming week. Abigail was a charming girl and Lauren's best friend t school. She had often spent the evening while they did their homework together, and occasionally slept over. She was somewhat shy, a quiet bookish girl who wore glasses an...