It was about ten thirty when Sarah turned to the assembled company and said "Well, ladies, I think I'm about ready for a little more privacy; shall we?" The Dommes all agreed, and Jude took this a cue to phone for a taxi. They all finished their drinks and trooped outside to wait. Karen was concerned that, somehow, the others would feel that she'd let them d...
It has been a very stressful couple of weeks, working nonstop to make up for the time lost during the quarantine. The world is slowly starting to come out of it gradually relaxing the restriction in order to allow things to get back to normal, whichever new normal that would be. Here I was in my tiny office typing away at my keyboard, my eyes glued to the sc...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** PENNY I was surprised when Sian entered through the side gate: walking quickly up giving me a hug and kiss she sat opposite me. "Penny it's necessary that we find someone who can model the large size lingerie and I seem to remember you telling me that your younger sister is a C...
Master Michael waited until everyone was gone before turning his attention to his erring pet. David had spent the entire night bent over the wooden horse with his delicious ass oiled and ready for the taking, but with no attention paid to it. Now in the dim light of the great hall, Master Michael stood beside his pet and ran his hand over the man's smooth mu...
Sarah was on top of the world. She looked at herself in the mirrored wall of the elevator as it rode her to her level and she liked what she could see. At 27 she was being tipped to be one of the best litigators in the Bay area and was truly liked by all the people she worked with. She remembered Selene's comments about being able to be tough but not give an...
It was Wednesday evening when Miss Pauline, after taking a leisurely stroll on the winding pathways of the Hawley estate, found herself passing the stables. Evening shadows were falling and it would soon be dark, but she couldn't resist paying a visit to her favorite of the Hawley's horses, a magnificent black stallion named Finn. The stable was shadowy and...
Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Driving in the country always helped me clear my head of things. Having just found out that my boyfriend was screwing some bimbo at work made me decide there has to be more to life than men. Being a freelance photographer helped me get away. I needed some new shots of something different for...
Everyone in this tale is over 18. It is set in pre-revolution France, in a time even less enlightened than today. * Celine was a slut. Not a witch -- she didn't believe in them, anyway -- stuff of fairy-tales, old hags in silly hats flying around improbably on broomsticks. But a slut, she certainly was, and unashamedly so. She tossed her lovely mane of aub...
The great town hall was ablaze with the firelight of lamps, and boisterous with laughter and talk of the townspeople. None were resting or idle, except for the elderly who sat in corners talking about the good old times. Grandmamma was hugging my sleeping baby brother, while my old aunt, whose arthritic hand awkwardly groped over her knitting, was humming a...
Alice levels the gun. She looks along the barrel with a glint in her eye that makes me nervous. Good nervous. She glares at the target with a pirate smile that says she knows how dangerous she is. Her square shoulders under her boxy, denim jacket shift and smooth. She fires. Five shots in a row. "Aaaaaand that's a full house! Or, full pond, I suppose. Wel...