One of my best friends is Taneesha Williams. There is no glamour to the fact that Taneesha is one of D. C.‘s street whores. I met her one evening while waiting for an informant in an all night diner on the wrong side of town. I am a statuesque woman, 6’2”, with pendulous hips. I also do not have a spare ounce of flesh on my body due to my rigorous workouts,...
By Missy_Beauty1985and MillieTeases Missy_Beauty1985 had the ideas for this story. Millie Teases put the words down and incorporated the edits Missy suggested. This is their first collaboration. Chapter 1. Missy Revealed Missy looked out the window and watched as her Mom got into Bob's truck. He was kind of gross - when she'd let him earlier it was prett...
We arrived back in Madrid, complete with a nervous but excited Paloma, and were met by my mistress's chauffeuse, Lola, with the Mercedes. Lola's face was transformed from its habitual taciturn expression when she saw her mistress, and her flashing smile made me realise she was much prettier than I had given her credit for. Adela was waiting by the door when...
This is dedicated to Bella. My Muse visited me last night. There were only two of us left. Tracy and I were relaxing in her room after everyone else went home for the night. It was the Saturday before everyone left to go to college and Tracy had thrown a wild party at her house. Twenty girls, all giggles and laughter, descended on the house, had fun, made a...
"So what are you in for?" The woman speaking was nearly six feet of former two time Miss California state. A golden bronzed half Chinese half American with a dazzling smile that some how outshone her model like body. She looked completely out of place in the amongst the other inmates with the top half of her orange jumpsuit tied around her waist so only the...
"No! Stop-" Alexandria's voice broke between sobs. "Please... please have mercy!" The woman's screams echoed through stone corridors. Her wrists were tied with rope, and those bindings were attached to another long one that suspended from the ceiling. She could still touch the ground, but had to stand on her toes as she swayed. Some sort of silky fabric obst...
This is my first submission. Feedback is most welcome. It is a simple erotic encounter, so should you be looking for depth, go elsewhere. --------------------------------------------- Everyone has their fetishes right? Mine's not that weird really; not compared to what I see on the internet... I don't think so anyway. There's just something about storm...
Diane's chest heaved as she struggled to bring her breathing and pulse rate back to a more reasonable pace. Little shocks and jolts were still running through her core as she tried to recover from the second orgasm in a row to come courtesy of her Mistress's magical tongue. She looked down to find the Native American beauty staring back at her. At the same...
I live to travel, and like nothing more than immersing myself into a new exotic locale. The change of scenery gives me the opportunity to experiment outside the box, and try something I might not usually do. At home I might be a modest dresser, with a demure, reserved demeanor, but on vacation I'm free to be whatever I feel like. No consequences, no regrets....
The door crashed open. She ducked, shielding her eyes from the stinging dust blown in by the howling wind. Daring to glance up, she looked through the flying debris trying to make out who had ventured through a duststorm to a downtown gem store. She cursed inwardly as she made out the unmistakeable silhouette. Tall and wearing that ridiculous triangular hat...