We'd been two years living in Calcutta when my life changed forever. My husband, Peter, was a high-tech hired gun who'd been brought in by a powerful new Indian computer conglomerate to straighten out the problems that often came to companies that grew too fast. Pete had just finished up grad school at MIT and his skills had started to come in great demand...
It may have been December but it was still a warm day in the Valley of the Sun in Arizona. Natalie was on the way home from Christmas Shopping. It would be her first Christmas since her divorce. At fifty-two she was still attractive with dark hair and dark eyes. Even though it was a loveless marriage she still missed the fact that she was alone. She was a wo...
(Continued from My maid Lata Part 2) During the day one of my classmates Richa Saxena visited our house. She needed some help with the assignments and so we studied together. I asked Richa to stay for lunch and she remained. She left at the afternoon. Seema and Gita too left at their usual times and as soon as they left Lata and me started our steamy sex...
The wedding went off splendidly, and I was now, to Daddy and Mummy's satisfaction, Lady Cynthia Fortescue-Smythe, though of course everyone continued to call me Pixie. Archie was tall and quite handsome. As the second son of the Duke of Monmouth he stood to inherit a tidy packet, and with an income of £10,000 a year and homes in Belgravia and Hampshire, was...
Chapter 9 - The Grateful Slave Laying naked on her front on the bare mattress bed, Lena's hands and feet are tied by leather straps to the bed posts, preventing her to move. With the bullet vibrators in her pussy and asshole at a low setting, Lena is frustrated by the constant arousal and the lack of sleep for four days. Or was five days? It's been days si...
Sir Francis was pleased. 'You played your part magnificently. You obtained that list, and it is invaluable. We shall give out that the source of our information was one of my agents, but we shall not reveal your name. But you have deserved well.' 'So, shall I get what I need before I return at the end of the month? Shall England agree to work with us again...
"Ekaterina!" I jumped as my mistress entered the kitchen, her heels clacking on the floor. I turned the water in the sink off and began drying one of the two tall glasses I had been washing. Then, smiling, I turned to her. "Yes Mistress Lena?" She stopped in front of me, cocking one hip and crossing her arms over her wonderfully buxom chest. "How are yo...
This story protected by Copyright and may not be published in any forum or medium without permission of the author. * She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle. Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go...
"Damn, girl, you've got a sexy pair of boobs!" Kim Hopkins said to her co-worker, Kenna Scott for, like, the 1,000 time. Kenna flushed, glanced down at her well-filled blouse and just started to answer when a customer came in, interrupting Kenna and Kimmy's almost daily mutual admiration society meeting. The two women both worked for the Tammy Rogers Real...
"I know why Mrs. Garza keeps calling you Mandy," my friend Emma informed me as we walked together across the quad to the cafeteria following Spanish class. "Why?" I asked. Mrs. Garza is our Spanish professor, and she's constantly referred to me as 'Mandy,' despite that NOT being my name. It's not even close! It's been a source of amusement to both Emma & my...