Sara smiled as the water caressed her skin and the heat massaged her muscles after being bound. She lathered the douche and slowly and carefully caressed her ass cheeks and smiled reminiscing that it had not even been an hour ago that Mistress had been riding her as 'her personal mare' as Leanne had sometime joked. Enjoying the shower, she wondered how Dian...
Yuriko was sitting out in the Imperial garden, watching as the wind played with fallen cherry tree petals having them dance and twirl in the air as if creating their own quiet parade. She smiled for a moment and then sighed, a frown touching her lips. She tucked a stray ebony hair behind her ear as she turned her gaze back upon the majestic castle. The fatef...
This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to any people real or imagined is purely coincidental. Chapter 1: I'm Only Sleeping My name is Natasha Hospes. And I want to tell you a story, A story about love. I grew up in a small town just outside LA. I got good grades at school, Especially in maths, I've always been good at maths. Which is lucky because I'...
For context, please read "The Wall" Comments and criticism always welcome - JJS Harshaw Joy's Friend "Uh...Vicki, this is Melanie Craig. I'm a friend of Joy's." There was a pause and then a groggy "hmmmm" on the other end of the line. "I'm sorry...I'm a morning person." The voice was husky with sleep. "No. Ummmm, no, that's ok. I was just going...
I'd like to thank azure_skies and robertreams for editing and providing advice with my writing. * When I was younger we lived in a small town that hosted the county fair. My parents would take my little sister and I to see the animals, ride the various amusements, and to see the homemade items that county fairs are famous for. We looked at all the huge ve...
That was some orgasm, you think, as you feel your body slacken. The tension drains out of your shoulders, your back, your thighs. Those oily haunches of yours are still thrust up towards the sky, and it occurs to you that you could now happily lie down, happily turn over and very happily set eyes – at last - on the mysterious woman behind you. How much do...
"Hello. Who have we got here? I haven't seen you before." Karen looked up and her heart seemed to skip a beat; there, standing before the group, was the most extraordinary woman she had ever seen. Whether it was the wine, the heat or something else, she immediately felt that there was something about this woman that was special, very special. Whilst not cl...
It was Wednesday evening when Miss Pauline, after taking a leisurely stroll on the winding pathways of the Hawley estate, found herself passing the stables. Evening shadows were falling and it would soon be dark, but she couldn't resist paying a visit to her favorite of the Hawley's horses, a magnificent black stallion named Finn. The stable was shadowy and...
The room is getting darker. Out of the window I can see wooded hills on the eastern horizon, catching the last orange tinge of daylight, as the sun sets behind us. On the table by the bed there is a candle and a tinderbox. I strike a spark with some difficulty, as if the air is damp, and nurture a little fire to light the candle. The illumination it gives is...
The midday sun was just reaching its zenith as the woman in the faded blue dress stood on the porch. She was looking out to the dirt road that ran along side what was left of the fence that bordered the old farm. The house behind her had seen better days, but that could be said for just about every house in the county here in the spring of 1865. After four y...