1. Like most online encounters, it started with flirtation and creative writing, at a basic level. Over the weeks, though, it became something more. I felt like my new online domme, Ms. Sabrina, was one of the few who really knew me and the other hidden side of my mind and my life. We began to talk of real life, my recent divorce, the professional career I...
Hi, my name is T (obviously an abbreviation) and this is my last story in the T & Tammy trilogy. I think reading the others first will make this story better for you but I hope this one is enjoyable by itself if you choose not to. As with my other stories, this is written to please my horny husband and hopefully you the reader as well. My stories are intend...
She finished her note to her family and left it on the kitchen counter. "Frozen spaghetti and red beans and rice in freezer... two containers of each...microwave instructions on top....half of a pan of cornbread in fridge...make sure Brutus goes out 3 times a day...I'm on my cell...see you Sunday!" She'd signed it in her flowing cursive, with a heart by he...
The summer was only half over and I missed Shauna. We had been keeping in touch both by phone and e-mail, but I decided a trip to Vegas was in order. I decided to give Shauna a call and ask her if it would be OK. "How about some company one of these days?" "Are you serious?" "I think its time for a little trip. Don't you?" "I can take off whenever I wan...
As usual, meant only for people old enough to read it, who don't find sex between women offensive. If you like it, I'd appreciate knowing it, and if you don't, I'd appreciate knowing why. Thanks! "You're a beautiful, beautiful bride, sweetheart." "Thank you, Daddy." Then I added as I hugged him, "But you'd say that no matter what I looked like." He didn't...
"I don't believe you." I shrugged. "OK." I could tell from the corner of my eye that she was looking at me intently, challengingly. "When?" She demanded. "Which time?" She hesitated a moment as if in shock, then she half-shouted, "YOU'VE DONE IT MORE THAN ONCE?" "Yep." "No way." She turned away, entirely unconvinced. I didn't care if she believed me o...
Practice is over. I watch the others as they leave the pitch, in twos and threes, chatting, cleats slung over their shoulders. It's just about supper time. Many of them will probably go straight to the cafeteria and eat. Two and a half hours of non-stop drills, running and tackling leaves us all starving. The air is cold, and my lungs hurt a bit when I b...
A few minutes later, as they waited for the dye to fix, they were again seated on the sofa in the lounge. Arabella's head was swathed in a plastic shower cap and covered with a multi-coloured towel. Her scalp tingled as the stuff went to work, a strong smell of chemicals, filled her nose. It felt weird sitting there, while a laboratory fumed above her. "So I...
WEDNESDAY 3:00 PM: For over a year, Mistress' trusted K-street lobbist had worked to close a lucrative government contract for her, and the deal had finally been closed. Grant had been to her home many times during the negotiations, and never had she hid her lifestyle from him. He met all eight of her Petgirls at one time or another, usually as nude waitres...
[Specifically Dedicated to "My Gus." She can share my cake anytime.] "Why don't you let anyone call you by your full name, Justine?" "Jay." I growled my retort at everyone who had ever called me that, including Gus. "Exactly," Gus responded through her half chewed apple while turning the roundabout way too quickly for my taste. "Justine is a pretty name....