I sat in the passenger seat of the BMW. Every minute we drove I got more and more nervous. Erica's driving didn't do much to subdue my growing agitation. For the whole journey she drove at the highest speed the limit would allow. I sat desperately clutching the fabric of my seat every time a bend in the road approached. Until now I hadn't thought it possib...
Betty Conway walks into the living room to find her mother Kelly laying on the couch. She was clearly high as always. Betty just sighed and walk past her. Betty was carrying two suitcases in her hands. Kelly looks up to see her daughter leaving. "Betty? What you doing?" Asked Kelly. Betty stops cold. She turns to face her mother with misery and despair....
Author's Note: The story contains lesbian BDSM and sexy sculpture but no genital sex. Carla and Leah also appear in "Leda and the Swan," though it's not necessary to read that story in order to understand this one. The alert reader will notice that Carla is a switch in this story, whereas she's a top in "Leda and the Swan." That's because there's a story in...
Megan was sitting in her living room watching TV. The show date room where contests searches the rooms of the people they wanted to date was on. The show was about a woman looking for the perfect Slave girl. Megan Laughed at the show. "How fake. They really want us to buy into the fact that she a real domme. Please! What you think Tiffany?" Asked Megan....
I wrote this story before my first real-time adventure with another woman. I really embellished the writing to help whet my growing, but as yet unfulfilled appetite for girl-girl activities. So when it was written, it was pure fantasy, with lots of room for literary license. For instance, the story proclaims I am "built like a brick outhouse." In real life,...
"And that's everything that happened Mistress." Sue bowed her head and waited for her Mistress to speak. Mistress V smiled, she'd already heard what had happened that afternoon in the pet shop from her friend Goth girl. But she was pleased her sub had been honest with her and told her everything, missing nothing out even though it would earn her punishment....
After our first night together you sleep for twelve hours exhausted, content. You find me outside in the sun and hover by the tent flaps, wrapped in a throw, too self conscious to step outside although we are alone. Your face is a whirlpool of discontent, "Good afternoon, Kitten. Have you slept well?" You close your eyes, take a deep breath. Your hands...
This is obviously a work of fantasy, not logic - be nice to each other. And read the first two parts if you like - it all follows on. Naomi stood in front of Christina, blue eyes downcast, her thick, chestnut hair shading her face from Christina's stern glare. They were in the study of Christina's home. "Say that again, please," Christina commanded, the 3...
Everybody in this story is over 18, and you should be, too! It follows on in the sequence of stories about Diana, and is pure (or not so pure) fantasy. * My life took a wholly unexpected turn in early spring that year, one that I could never have foreseen, or wished for. I was summoned in to see my Mistress one gloomy morning, rain beating against the win...
Did I mention that Akayla is a stripper. No, I suppose not. I mean, where else would a man meet a beautiful woman who enjoys talking about sex. And she does enjoy talking about it. At least I think so. I mean, it is a strip club. Not a place known as the epitome of truth. But still, I think she... dotes on me I guess. Even though we are the same age, I think...