It's late on a Thursday evening, and Staci is still sitting at her desk in the office trying to get this project done, her boss has been pounding her about it all week. She feels so stressed her shoulders are aching. She has been working late all week and is in dire need of a release. She looks around the empty office suite, and stops to listen for any noise...
sue stopped outside the pet shop and checked the address on the piece of paper her Mistress had given her. It was the right place ok. She pretended to look at something in the shop window while she steadied her nerves, the mixture of fear and excitement she felt made her stomach churn and she licked her dry lips anxiously. She took a quick look over her shou...
Susan felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest. The warm deep buzz of submissive arousal filled her, making her face glow and her stomach churn. Her mouth was dry and she felt light-headed, tense and nervous. Why? Why did she do this? But she knew the answer. It was what she wanted. It was what she needed...to be dominated and humiliated...to g...
We stumbled into Emma's bedroom laughing and I slipped out of the heels and stockings in no time. Just before stepping into the shower, Emma unlocked the small padlock and removed the leather collar from my neck. It felt odd not being there; for some reason I liked it. I was in my own world pondering it when Emma playfully slapped my ass. That brought me bac...
Lying in bed one morning I thought about my story Bridge The Gap and wondered what it would be like if the supplicant was a girl. I've altered the story to fit and decided to publish it. If lesbianism isn't your thing then please pass it by. Just a little addition. ***** It was Wednesday and Joan Hughes was closing up the library. As the chief librarian...
A deep groan escaped my lips as the corset dug into my stomach as I leaned forward to exit my car. Straightening up, I breathe a sigh of relief as the corset returned to its natural shape. Rubbing my hands over my sides I reach gown to grasp the hem of the skirt and wiggle to pull it back over my ass. Nicole loved to dress me in revealing outfits and my cu...
I wrote this story in 1999. It was one of my first attempts at erotic literature. It is purely fictional, unlike my later stories. Sweet Caroline. I will never forget the girl as long as I live. My Caroline. Just the mention of her name brings back such vivid, sweet memories. Yes, she was cruel, harsh, wicked; as bad as she wanted to be. But for every hour...
The flight was very smooth. Okay, I'll have to admit it. The flight was smoother than it had been under Captain Jack's capable hands. We reached London on time and had no issues with passengers. With everyone disembarked, Christa and I went through our regular after-flight routine and within two hours, the plane was again spic-and-span and was ready for the...
It's a mild night in April and I'm tucked into a deepish doorway outside the old, abandoned, brickyard. It's a bad night to look for customers, England are playing a European quarter final against Holland but fortunately not everyone likes football as much as sex. I hate being stereotyped and I just don't fit most people's picture of your average hooker. I'v...
Pike arrived in the early morning sun to walk through the open screen and look around at the dark woods of the mission style hallway and doorways. Feminine voices in the kitchen up to the left were chatting about the carpentry work to bid when a surprised soft voice demanded, 'where is the top to your bikini; the bidding on the workroom is this afternoon, ev...