The house belonged to her friend, Grace. Not a friend really, more an acquaintance. Grace had insisted that Carla come to one of her infamous parties. The house, or at least the part she had seen so far had two story ceilings and made completely of glass. She knew that was an exaggeration but as she stood there looking at a high, wall to wall window, she was...
"Do you mean to tell me," the tone of her voice sets his teeth on edge but he keeps his eyes locked on her face. The bed sheet fell away from her naked shoulders when her maid had fled the tent and she made no effort then or in the long minutes since to cover her nudity. It was damned indecent and he would be hard pressed to maintain his anger if not for the...
Miranda sat listening to music feeling bored. She dare not invite so-called friends over, after what happened last time, so she had to content herself with playing with her two slaves. Feebie, a school friend from the past had joined her and pet-girl, after the party, so it hadn't been all bad. The added responsibility of caring for her was easy enough, fo...
As it had every morning for decades on the Right Bank, the aroma of yeast produced by bread baking inside Plaisir et Pain wafted through the cold, humid autumn air. That the boulangerie renowned for its five-pound loaves was located near the hotel where she worked motivated Therese to skip the green bus after exiting the Metro's Madeleine station so that she...
Prologue This is the fourth story in a series involving the characters Ashley and Penny with Marina joining them in the third story and now in the fourth in which a new character, eighteen-year old Ginger, is introduced. The setting for all the stories is Sydney, Australia. The stories are: An Itch Needing Scratching, Caught in the Limelight, Never Too Old,...
Clare and I had been talking about a camping trip for months. A chance to leave the city and it's hectic life behind and spend a week camping in the wilds of France; that is, if there was still such a thing as a wilderness to be found anywhere in Europe. If there was, we thought it must be in central France, away from the family campsites and crowds of touri...
PRELUDE Laura Hanson was sitting in the back of a taxi on her way the Central Park West apartment of Hedda Moore. At the age of 23 years Laura was an aspiring actress trying to land her first role on Broadway. Hedda was the leading lady in a play that was in the process of being cast. Laura had been auditioning that Friday afternoon and it was not going wel...
The Lady Giselle made her way gingerly up the stairs - her body thoroughly aching from the abuse of her father and uncle earlier. The taste of her uncle's cum still coated her tongue and throat and the aching in her ass reminded her none too gently of her father's 'calming' therapy. Each step was a humiliation - the sopping wetness coating her inner thighs...
It was another night in the luxurious house and like every other night he had fallen asleep. Lady Riberi, lay unsatisfied on the queen-sized bed and sighed. Her small but curvy body ached for the sensitive touch of skilled fingertips, thus her new husband failed in his attempt at giving pleasure. She decided to sleep a wink if she could and closed her deep b...
Milly the maid found herself bent over the low parlour coffee table, hands bound behind her back by her own stripped leggings and her tush in the air. "Now, Milly," her young mistress, Hannah, chided. She paced a slow circle around the table, her lovely face haughty and annoyed. She wore her blond hair long and tied with red ribbon in a ponytail that bounce...