Always, in the evening, I love to hold my beautiful Indian wife Anita in my arms and gently caress her soft and smooth body. She is 34 years old and very feminine. Her body is naturally curvaceous - with generous breasts and nicely rounded arse. But she looks after herself, exercising regularly and keeping her stomach nice and flat and her legs well-toned. H...
Prologue At a five-star luxurious hotel in the heart of downtown Montreal, Henri, the Head Concierge, is making sure that everything is perfect. As he entered the penthouse by opening the elegant 8-foot high stained solid core double doors, he can see Jacques, the Sommelier, putting away dozens of wine and champagne bottles on the wooden wine racks for the...
Part 3: Total submission Note: Dear readers, this is the third installment in the series that started with the story "The Subjugation of Rita" and continued with 'A weekend with Granny'. Both previous stories were very well received. I've had much positive response and have been inspired to continue the story. This installment continues relating the experie...
The sun shone through Liz's window and she began to stir around 6: 30 a.m. She slowly climbed out of bed and padded into the adjoining bathroom. She sat on the toilet and let out her early morning amber stream. When finished she patted herself dry and walked naked past the mirror in the bathroom She paused for a moment to look at herself. At fifty-one she...
Ever since moving into her brand new Docklands apartment Shanie had been wondering about her next door neighbour. Each evening, when she arrived home exhausted from her new job in the City, Shanie tended to head straight for a perfectly chilled glass of Chardonnay as she curled up on the settee in front the usual rubbish on the TV to help her to unwind. Sh...
I don't always have any such thoughts of being with another female, but when I do, it's like an inferno. Today just may be a new lustful thermometer one only reads about In Fiction. Only this day was real! I saw from my window, Sandy, walking up the steps to my Gold Coast Home. Sandy is my morning study partner in Homeopathy. I still hadn't brushed up on an...
"Wahida, tell me please, in your own words, why should I hire you?" said Lucinda Lopes, who emphasizes quite often that her last name ends with an S and not the Z that everyone assumed. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Colombian-Canadian woman looked at the young Somali Muslim woman who sat opposite her, and frowned. This one is...
Naomi Henderson was counting the days and now the hours before she would board the jumbo jet that would fly her from Saint Paul Minnesota to Miami Florida and then on to the Bahamas to take her on a long overdue cruise. She had been widowed for five years now, and just recently settled the Estate of her late Mother. Between her late husband and mother's affl...
Our car pulled up outside Mrs Kumila's substantial villa. It was, she had told me, paid for out of her husband's business but he saw little of it - spending most of his time in the Middle East. She was more than happy with the arrangement for it gave her the freedom to indulge her preference for Sapphic love. And so it was that we walked up the steps, hand i...
Twenty five year old Jillian was able to retain the house after her divorce. Six months of legal wrangling was finally over and now she could finally get on with life. Boredom was the rule of thumb so she kept herself busy by doing yard work and fix it jobs around the house. The only genuine relief from her loneliness was neighborly chit-chats with her next...