Cleo woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing. Text message. "Fuck," she muttered. Swallowed once. Her mouth was dry, head pounding. All the classic signs of a hangover that was going to last all day. She rolled over and checked her phone. It was from her roommate, Joanna. J: U up? Cleo sighed and started typing. C: Yeah. Super hungover J: Me too. W...
This is part four of "Pet Needs a Good Home." I should have arranged the titles better but I'm just having fun writing this fantasy and hope others enjoy this series too."Pet Needs a Good Home" was part one. "Pet has good home" was part two. "Pet and friend at home"was part three. Sunday, the very next day after I took a woman into my home as my slave. I r...
If you’ve read “The Nude Triptych”, you will recall that I left Kath’s gorgeous house with the promise that, next time I visited her, she would let me see inside her secret room. For days I was consumed with curiosity about it and could hardly wait before going around to see her again, but I knew I’d have to wait until Roger was away for a day or so; Kath is...
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me . . . a red silk thong. Actually, she had it delivered by a smiling delivery boy, because she was out of town on business. And there was a note: "Lynne - Sorry I'm not there to open presents on Christmas. But you can wear this on Epiphany. A." Anne was brought up a good Catholic girl. She was the one...
I don't know what caused the change in our relationship that night. I don't know if it was the alcohol the girls all consumed in earnest, or if it was simply a matter of curiosity, or maybe it was something else entirely. All I know is borders were crossed that night. Those borders led to new adventurous places, and no one seemed in a hurry to go back. It w...
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Visitor. Alarm woke me up at 6:30am, as usual. I had 1.5 hours to get everything ready for my Mistress's morning. I went to shower, washing my hair and body. Wiped myself with towels. I blow-dryed my hair and dressed up in to maid uniform: short black dress with white apron and black stockings. A little bit makeup and I was ready. Ready to serve. It was jus...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. I want to tell you a story, and it's all true except for the parts I made up. I have a friend named Lucy. And Lucy is a bit of a tease. Actually, that's an understatement. Lucy is the queen of all teases. If there was a goddess of teasing they'd just put up statues of Lucy in her temple and call it good....
How I was transformed into a wild slut. My husband (Dan) and I (Jackie) had been married for 12 years, he is 48 and I am 44. I am 5'8" tall, with shoulder length auburn hair, 34D breasts that look larger than they are with my tiny waist. I weigh 128 pounds and exercise at least 3 times a week. My husband has and a nice 8" cock that he enjoys using on me. I...
Mallika Sharma answered the door expecting another Indian customer. Her reputation as the best Indian Tantrik Black Magic Woman in Melbourne, Australia meant she had a steady stream of Indian students and older Indians who had obtained their permanent residency seeking love, beauty, wealth, happiness, revenge or whatever. She was 43 years old and 5 ft 4 tall...