Hawke's eyes had been fixed all day on the mansion, watching every little movement she could. The large glass windows in the back certainly made it easy enough to gather all the information she needed. Her target was the famous Dama, seamstress extraordinaire. The woman was worth a large fortune, and Hawke was sure her financiers would fork over a few millio...
Alice shivered as she waited to be buzzed into April's building, from both the cold and the situation she was in. Like all the clothes Nicole had picked for her she felt more exposed than covered. However Alice did not believe her current outfit could even be considered cloths. The cold air blowing against her exposed crotch reminded her of her desire to get...
This is a work of fantasy, inspired by my love for riding motorcycles and the enjoyment of nature. Any resemblance to persons who read these words are welcome to join me, and make the fantasy theirs, too. Lori decided to "dress" her new friend for the ride, so she opened her saddlebag and withdrew a pair of riding chaps and handed them to Val. "Why don't...
The day was hot by San Francisco standards and Cerise felt the warm sun on her back as the air around her filled with the sounds of loud crowds, louder techno and sharp snaps as riding crops, paddles and single tails tanned willing asses all along Folsom St. This was Cerise's 1st time at the Folsom Street Fair and she thought that she'd just take in the sig...
My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm yo...
"Okay now the hard part," chirped Gracie. Gracie was Nicole's hairdresser, and for all intents and purposes mine as well. Ever since Susan blackmailed me into a lesbian relationship with her cousin Nicole I have been trapped as Nicole's sex slave. Forced to act the way she wants, dress the way she wants and even have my hair and makeup done the way she want...
We stared at the screen, the account was in the first person written by Emm: I remember being drugged, waking I found myself shackled securely to a St Andrew's Cross. Feeling intoxicated and euphoric, I gazed around the room, there was a small table next to the cross. Looking down at it, I saw a tall glass jar containing a clear liquid, and next to it a se...
It has been a very stressful couple of weeks, working nonstop to make up for the time lost during the quarantine. The world is slowly starting to come out of it gradually relaxing the restriction in order to allow things to get back to normal, whichever new normal that would be. Here I was in my tiny office typing away at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the sc...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Elena Mollenkay sat in the cramped airplane seat and wished she'd taken a sleeping pill. The man seated next to her was a very large man; he did not fit in the small seat. He crowded against her, and his body odor was quite strong. Thankfully, tho...
On a Thursday, after a rather brutal, long day at the library...Larrissa decided it was time to go shopping. Shopping in the past had always relaxed her and made her smile inwardly. All afternoon she had day dreamed of the stores that she would visit after work. The naughty lingerie shop just down the street. The fetish shop that catered to her darker needs....