'Don't move ... close your eyes and don't open them ...' Carmen's soft voice echoed through my fuddled mind. I did as she told me and closed my eyes. I love her voice; her soft Spanish accent giving her commands a musical quality to which I could only ever comply. A warm spring evening in Barcelona, we had been out on the town since early but now it was ne...
Chapter 2 - Saturday We slept together again that night but things were definitely different. More sexual than romantic, and if anything it was the romantic part which I missed. But the way Beatrice treated me, just as lovingly but she was decidedly in charge. Placing me where she wanted me, instructing me not to move till she said, telling me how to pleas...
Woke up this morning feeling so alive, so invigorated, and filled with eager anticipation. Tonight was the night that Debbie was bringing her friends and Sharon over and my pussy was dripping just thinking about it. I sat at the kitchen table thinking about how I was going to get mother and daughter together. After considering the many possibilities the best...
Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age. "Julie Marsh, I asked you a question young lady," Miss Bannister yelled at me from the front of the classroom. "Since you can't seem to keep up with the rest of the class, I will see you after class dismissal!" I looked back at the middle-aged woman with the stern voice and blushed...
(This is the last in a three-part story) * Mary poured the last of the wine into their glasses and handed one to each of the girls. "Bottoms up, slaves," Mary said gleefully. Cindy and Jillian, still sprawled out on the bed, drank deeply. The two were both exhausted, and incredibly energized at the same time. The wine nourished their strength in some spe...
(This story has a slow start, about a woman, dissatisfied with her life and her body, finally finding something by accident that makes her happy with both) Zoe was grumpy even before the plane landed at Hamburg International Airport. She wasn't really looking forward to this Hen weekend at all. Actually she had wanted to back out, but she knew she could...
-This story is still just a fantasy and hasn't happened yet, but I hope my love gets the hint. I'm writing this for someone who commented on how much they liked my "Butch/Domme" story. Hope you like it Irene. It's been one of those blah days when you just don't feel like anything is going according to plan. Work seems as though you're just going through the...
Bex woke first the next morning. The thought of Lucy going back to her own room hadn't been contemplated by either of them. Bex stood, naked, looking at Lucy as she laid there, long, slender legs stretched out under the thin duvet, her long dark hair spread out over her shoulders and she smiled. Leaving Lucy sleeping, she went into the bathroom and turned o...
Light played and shadow danced across her form. Her voluptuous body writhing slowly to the music that she had selected. The air smelled of cigarettes and beer. And a tinge of something else. More ethereal and yet base. An essence. The other girls on shift worked the room wandering from patron to patron. Or they sat together, read or conversed between sets....
Vicki lived in a college town in the midwest. She had a beautiful, spacious home on a secluded, wooded lot. At forty-two, she was financially secure, and enjoyed a rather easy, pleasant life. Vicki had always been considered beautiful, with her blonde hair and her generous curves. But with maturity, she had only become more lovely, in the way that an elega...