Natasha Lexington's heels clicked against the marble floor of the elegant staircase. "Honey, I'd like you to meet Sophia." Dorian said. She swirled her wine glass, silently examining every minute detail of the foreign girl. "This was the most attractive maid you could find?" she said. The words were meant to hurt. She wanted the girl to know who held h...
The story contains lesbian humiliation and scenes on non-consensual / reluctance acts. Please comment whether you like it or not as that is the only way I can know. Also let me know ideas for next chapter. *** My name is Debashrita. I am a wealthy woman living in Chicago. I am a brown haired beauty of 37 with brown eyes and a petite figure. I had the looks...
Chapter 2 - Saturday We slept together again that night but things were definitely different. More sexual than romantic, and if anything it was the romantic part which I missed. But the way Beatrice treated me, just as lovingly but she was decidedly in charge. Placing me where she wanted me, instructing me not to move till she said, telling me how to pleas...
In her bedroom, Wendy took twenty pictures of herself in sexy lingerie using the high resolution camera of her smartphone. She checked every picture and deleted it if it didn't look good enough before retaking the picture again. Each image was more erotic than the last, going from decent to fully explicit. Her initial reluctance gave way after Wendy told her...
Author's preamble. This story is a product of my imagination. The characters herein are similarly imaginary and any similarity to real people is purely accidental. All sexually active characters are over the age of 18. The story will contain aspects Lesbian sex. If this not to your taste, may I respectfully suggest you look to other stories on the site. It...
My name is Chiku; I am a beautiful black girl from Africa, Nigeria to be precise. When I was 19 years old, my family moved to England. This was a massive change in culture for a young, attractive African girl. Although educated and very well-versed in English, I had always revered English girls. My ancestors had told me stories of colonial life during the...
Chapter 3, Later That Day My name is Alison and for the past three months I have been enjoying some incredible experiences. There is a power living in me, nesting in me, which needs to be satisfied. Sometimes it's in control and I don't have full free-will. Sometimes it just gives me direction, and when that happens, its will takes precedence over my own....
Jen woke up feeling totally fucked, totally and completely fucked. It was great. She removed the toys with a little whimper of loss. This is New York her thoughts kept telling her, time to get up and go. A quick shower and then she started dressing. Sliding on some pink panties, the satin slid up over her thin hips, with a matching garter belt. As she pulle...
The story is inspired by something I experienced myself. Working night hours at a classy hotel, I found a pair of sexy red panties hanging on door 146. They smelled wonderful, that mixed smell of feminine perfume and musk. They were still warm when I smelled them, and, fuelled by the mystique, I looked into the matter. A classy business woman had been living...
I relish feedback and will reply to as many private contacts as I can. This may be a stand-alone story of possibly the start of a new series. ***** I was cursing the stupid bitch. I'd had no choice but to fire her but now I was left with no maid. In so many ways I was sorry to see her go but one does have to draw the line. When one employs a maid one expec...