Even as Paige slips her keys into the front door to her house she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It left the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end for most of the night. It was times like this that she hated living alone. Though as the door gave a soft click a light sigh passes her lips, once inside she would feel a lot better. As she...
Thanks to those of you who have written and told me how much you loved the first three chapters. Here's the latest chapter and definitely the horniest night of my life. Please send me your comments to the email address in my profile. Until chapter five, enjoy! This contains material of an adult nature. Do not read if you are easily offended by explicit li...
As Jen stood there, her body stretched between floor and ceiling, she realised that Mistress' earlier actions had been merely preparation for what she was undergoing now. She had never been bound before this afternoon but now her body was already accustomed to the experience it was going through. She could feel the strain in her muscles, from her splayed leg...
This is a continuation of a previous story titled "Introduction to Lesbian Prostitution." Part of it is true. There is a woman I know who runs a matchmaking service for bisexual women and lesbians, I have named her Lynne which is, of course, not her real name. She charges a fee for this service which technically makes it an escort service and frankly, in the...
Katherine woke just after eight o'clock to a light tapping at her bedroom door, as had become a ritual it would be her brother offering a cup of coffee. Kathy fluffed up her pillows placed them against the bed head and called. "Enter Cockslut." Luke opened the door his head bowed carrying her coffee and walked to the side of the bed. "Good morning Mist...
I don't know what it is that draws me to women in uniform. Maybe it's the way that they are cut to make them stand tall and proud. Or perhaps it's what the uniform itself symbolizes. Power. Raw power. I love making powerful people get down on their knees, and love making them beg. That's probably why my ex was a former Canadian Naval officer. She spent her d...
You would think that after forty-four years of living in Michigan that the bitter, biting cold of its winters would no longer affect me. Well, ordinarily they wouldn't. But, this winter is different. This winter, for the first time in twenty-two years, I am single and believe it or not, available. My husband Gerald, or rather, my ex-husband Gerald and I have...
This is reworked from a shorter story that I wrote several years ago, so if certain references seem a bit dated that'll be why. Some rough play here but all consensual. As usual with my stories, there's a fair bit of talk before, after, and during the sex. "RFS" is the Rural Fire Service, a large volunteer-based fire-fighting service. * I booked the snake...
Remembering the groping and teasing she'd given me, I gave a wicked smile to Heather as I picked up the mist blue hose and felt the smooth, soft nylon. I caressed her face with the hose, and delighted in her smile. "We're not robbing banks, you know," She drawled, her voice warm, and softer than the stocking. "So it doesn't go over my head." "Of course it...
I was on a mission. My name is Denise Fallon and I'm a spy for the CIA. My mission was to get information. I was driving my black BMW convertible and I had to enter this house with many guards. There were two in the garden, one near upstairs, and one in the first floor where the computer is with the information and maybe a surprise. I was dressed in stealth...