You ask me how I became the sex slave of a much older woman? Honestly, I think you're asking the wrong question, if you don't mind me saying? What you should be asking me is how it took so long? Because some things are more of an inevitability than a random occurrence. Like water flowing downhill or a meteorite falling to earth, the path that I found myself...
_______________________ She rose with me, riding the orgasm on me, not letting her contact go. I cried out her name as the waves hit, and eventually, I was muttering inaudibly as the orgasm subsided. She kept her tongue against me, nuzzling gently, a grin formed on her face. When it seemed I had finished panting she looked up at me, my juice dribbling down...
Everyone has this picture of fall in New England. What most people see is some picture taken in a small Vermont town where the trees present a flourish of colors stretching off into the nearby mountains. But what you don't see is pictures of spring in New England. I suppose the lack of brilliant colors is one reason. Another could be the difficulty in portra...
You know that point in your life where you're obligated to start thinking about your future? I avoided that for many years. When it came to deciding which school to attend for college, I simply chose the one furthest and least like the area where I grew up. That decision proved to be enough for a year or so, but then that time comes around again, doesn't it?...
Introduction: Crème is bisexual, but she told me when we met that she currently wants to play only with women -- a reasonable Soft Boundary condition, I thought. When her fantasy of eating a Black woman's pussy came up, I ordered her to turn the fantasy into a reality for herself. I basically told her to go out, find and seduce a Black woman, or a Black cou...
Maxine was new to the area; it was the summer and she was out exploring the area. She visited all kinds of shops out at the strip malls near the larger stores such as Wal-Mart or Bed Bath & Beyond. She was about done for the day when she spotted a Kay Jewelers out by a shoe store, cell phone store, and craft store in an isolated part of the parking lot....
My friend Jackie Macy and I first met each other about twenty years ago, when we first shared a room at the college during the first year. Jackie was a real flirt at college: right from the fresher's ball, it was quite clear that I, Muriel Grey, was to be the dull companion to the dazzling brunette. My closed-off frowns, my early nights and my short black h...
This is a stand-alone piece. Just a little idea I had. As always please rate, favorite, comment and send me some feedback. * Room 104 I stared at the incoming guest list. It had been a few weeks since anyone of any real interest to me had spent the night. Room 104 was open, as I always tried to keep it until just the right guest checked in. None of the...
The last of our friends leave, which leaves us alone in her room and the entire house. I sit nervously next to her on the bed, and drink some of my beer. The only thing I can think about is what happened last night. I'm too embarrassed to bring it up, but she does it for me. "So... about last night," she says, just as nervous as I am. We both suddenly laugh...
It took several days for the piercings to stop hurting, and even after that they itched like crazy. Morning, noon and evening Jen would bathe the affected areas with antiseptic and she made sure her personal hygiene was meticulous but, even so, her vaginal lips were sore and inflamed and walking was a real trial. Each evening, she was brought before Wendy wh...