Chapter 1: The Beginning A special thank you to my internet muse for this particular story, If you are reading this....you know who you are ;) Katrina relaxed, allowing herself to sink deep into one of the few padded seats on the train. Her legs ached and her mind races from the events of the long tiring day now thankfully behind her. Work had been the usu...
All characters are over eighteen. Any resemblance to real life people, places, or events is purely coincidental. *** Eliza Mason stepped into the restaurant unhurriedly. She could feel the textured rubber pad inside her blue short shorts rubbing against her moist cunt and had to hold back a low moan of arousal. She made her way to her seat, carefully walk...
Submission. Just the word sends a spasm to Cynthia Moore's cunt. At only 19 years old, she was an unused submissive, just waiting to be taken down a journey of humiliation and degradation. But she didn't fully realize that when she first met David Abraxas, a handsome 34-year-old stockbroker. They met in Southwest Ohio, near Cincinnati but not in the city....
Elizabeth had enjoyed the evening, chit-chatting with some acquaintances at her favorite dyke bar, Sappho's Lounge (known as Sappho's Clit Lounge to those in the know). She'd had a few drinks and was now ready to head home, cleaning up in the washroom after having taken a piss and a shit. As she was finishing up, a woman walked into the restroom, a petite d...
The Mansion – First Visit I was bored – it was Saturday afternoon, none of my friends were about, and I hadn't had a steady partner for two years, much preferring to play the field, and indulge in a bit of hedonism. Who am I? My name is Dawn, I'm 29 years old, 5' 11", very slim, (32A, 24, 36) and with short brown hair and green eyes. I work in central Londo...
I opened my eyes to what should have been a brand new morning, batting them slightly wondering why it was still dark, finally realizing that I still had on my sleeping mask. This time, I wasn't surprised by the foreign thumb resting in my mouth. Jessica was breathing lightly on my neck again and I started to run last night's (or rather this morning's) events...
Slave Alicia had served Mistress Karen dinner on her knees. She wore her collar and skimpy panties only, as required. Careful preparation of food was indeed a treat, an honor and Alicia had worked feverishly during the afternoon selecting the menu perfectly. Tender white chicken breasts, sautéed fresh mushrooms, tossed green salad with oven baked biscuits an...
As the day wound down, the already small crowd had thinned to a faithful few consisting mostly of parents of the college girls competing in the final few events. One of the spectators didn't have a daughter involved in the track meet, she was only a fan, not so much of track and field but a fan of one of the competitors. When Laurie Alger first started atte...
Chapter 1. Small quantities of love-tunnel oil splashed out of my hole; slowly, hotly, meandering down over the taught orb of my lower buttock. I could see my coral-colored, puckered, bung-hole blinking spasmodically in the reflection of my bedroom-closet mirror; constricting erratically in anticipation of what I was thinking of doing to it. Secrets from m...
WARNING: This chapter is not for the weak of heart. *************************** Natasha quickly got up on her feet and made a staggering retreat. She did not dare to gaze at Carrie again. As she passed next to the speechless girl, Natasha nervously quickened her pace. She needed to exit the crime scene as soon as possible. With puzzled and searching eyes...