Could life be any better? A beautiful wife with a great sex drive. At the top of his game in a very competitive business. His lovely PA, Ruth, at his knees as he looks across the city through the floor to ceiling windows of his top floor office, giving him his after lunch blow job. Maybe he'll fuck her on this same couch before quitting time, then go home to...
The slave known to me as 22 prepared me for my first appearance in public. My body had been fully waxed two days earlier and she shaved my head and brow line so I was smooth everywhere. The daily shaving and the pleasures that followed had become something that excited me and I now associated hairlessness with submissive pleasure. When all of the pamperin...
I saw her walking casually in front of the dress shop across the street. Her blonde shoulder-length hair swaying gently in the breeze as she stopped and peered into the window of the shop for a moment. The hem of her yellow, summer skirt hung just above her knees, revealing her shapely bare legs. She turned for a moment and glanced at her watch. Then, lookin...
LOCATION: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil MISSION: To go undercover as a sexy Russian assassin in order to stop an assassination attempt of the president. I arrived at Rio de Janeiro on my newest SECTION A mission. I went undercover as an assassin from Moscow, Russia named Elena Muskyaya. My mission to infiltrate and stop an assassination attempt on El Presidente,...
1923, Vienna They had boarded the Night Train in Vienna and were now on their way to Istanbul. To the unsuspecting passengers they were just two young travelling companions, daughter of diplomats maybe on their way to some grand occasion at the end of Europe. But they were quite a bit more. Aniela, a polish girl in her early twenties and Daiya a Japanese gi...
It's late when he walks into my office. Too late. He tracks in water and lets the door slam behind him. "I need your help," he booms. I light a cigarette and slowly exhale. "Sure you do. Please, sit down." He places his hat on my desk and anxiously rubs the back of his head. He looks like he's at the wrong end of a bottle. I extend my hand. "Marjorie S...
Warning: this story involves the submission of a young girl to older women. If you do not care to read about such things, then better go elsewhere. This story is a pure work of fiction. None of the characters are real. ---------------------------------- The red Miata sped down the line of parked cars until it reached the handicapped spot at the end of the...
Her name was Sabine. She looked like a punk version of Marilyn Monroe. Sabina's platinum blonde hair had dark roots -- the intentional kind. It was short, but long enough for a few sensual waves, which would fall upon her pretty face as she spoke to her friend. I had seen her walk in and sit at a table near the windows. She was wearing a plaid shirt, baggy...
It is only behind a locked door that I submit to myself as I am. Only beneath the shimmer of bath bubbles, piled high, do I give myself permission to indulge in my fantasies and to remember what it is to be a woman, sensual and alive. For, if I admitted to the yearnings of my body, much less my soul, he would turn from me in disgust and call me a whore. He...
The evening that construction completed on my home spa, I invited the new girl at my gym over to be pampered. For the last two weeks, I had been pushing the construction crew to hurry it along, ever since the first day she walked into my yoga class. She caught my eye immediately as she positioned her mat right next to mine. Twenty-something, platinum blond...