It was Terri that woke me from a totally exhausted, dreamless sleep. It took a while for me to even come awake enough to realize who she was or where I was. Recollection came sweeping over me like a wave of pure sex. She helped me up, put the toga garment back on me and led me towards the entryway to go back up to my suite. As we walked across the large room...
It was a custom of mine to pleasure myself before going to work every morning. I lie in my bed, my legs spread open, my pussy yearning to be felt and felt good. I took out one of my favorite sex novels from the bedside drawer and immediately set to work. As I flipped every page, I imagined I was the girl who was being fucked into delirium. While every pussy...
Another lazy Saturday at Kitsunimi Tanaka's house, no one's even awake until noon. Kitsunimi doesn't have much to do, since her love, but not yet boyfriend, Taikineko Akimoto is off looking into stuff on colleges in Tokyo, and Kazuki is with him, hoping to meet a few hotties his age. Chickako and Hideaki are there with her, but they still have nothing to do....
My name is Kelly Brownstone. A six-foot-one, voluptuous and dark-skinned young black woman living in the city of Milton, Massachusetts. If you can call this sort of thing living. I now reside in a tiny shed not far from the house of a woman I once loved. A woman who betrayed me and took everything away from me. My money. My job. My pride. My dignity. My free...
The room is timber panelled and well appointed. Mirrors line two walls. A giant-sized spa bath occupies a corner and half one wall, a shower cubicle taking up the rest of the wall space. In the middle of the floor is a massage table covered by fluffy salmon coloured towels. Another towel is arranged like a serviette on top. The light level is low, supplied b...
March of 1843. London, England. At that time, seldom did the majority of the population know about the underground network of Dominant slaveholders, but every once in a while, a young girls or boys would be taken from their homes in the night, never to be heard from again. The aristocracy did not approve of this, but considering that it was many of their own...
Teacher's Perspective: The Kiss Professor Janson used her imposing 5'10" height to assert dominance as she carefully observed each student leaving her classroom. The Catholic university was strict about dress code, which seemed stuck in the 1950's. Plaid skirts, white button down shirts and cardigan sweaters were required. A delicate gold crucifix hanging o...
She was beautiful, she had long hair and legs, she wore a black corset, and a short skirt. The skirt was just short enough to show off the lacy end of the stockings. Her long blond hair has fell behind her back. The corset perfectly highlighted her soft breasts, tiny waist and hips. Her light skin and red lips completed her erotic look. Her fingernails were...
Author's Note: I decided to try my hand at writing a simple story, in terms of both length and story, for a change. I'd appreciate getting readers' thoughts on it. Any and all similarities between the following fiction and real people, events, or places is purely unintentional. Angela stares down at the man. At just over one and a half metres, in a f...
A little fluffy romantic diddy I wrote in an hour. I really like when butches worship femmes. ;) Constructive criticism is welcome, as I'm fairly new to writing this sort of stuff. Thanks. --- I'm lying on the couch in just a white t-shirt and panties, watching TV and stuffing potato chips in my mouth, when she comes home. I stiffen for a moment, but she...