That day seemed very distant though, as I sat there on a leather bench in a largely empty room, looking down. Angela was with me, sitting close with her arm around my shoulder and her hand on my swollen tummy, caressing my baby through the skintight rubber that covered my body from my toes to my neck. It was black and shiny and I wore it as a second skin, a...
A jumper and a skirt; black with red trim on top, red with black trim below. The hemline of the skirt reaches down halfway to my knees and my black socks fall a dozen centimeters short of kissing it. Between the two is a tantalizing glimpse of skin, just enough to tickle the fancy, a gap embodying the facade I'd shed throughout the years. I'm kneeling on m...
For people who might choose to read my posts, this sexual autobiography provides some details on the erotic aspects of my life, and the influences on them. It includes my evolving thoughts on eroticism and sexuality, key events along the way that shaped the future, and also includes some word portraits of the people have been most influential on the directio...
Note: They/them pronouns are used in this chapter. Deal with it. ***** The garden was nestled behind the Rakshasa embassy so close to the streets that Daliyah could hear people passing by on the street through the wall. The little sanctum was beautiful, housing tall trees with pale blue foliage, and various other exotic and well-groomed flora. The flowers...
Warning: This story contains graphic scenes depicting lesbian sex and humiliation. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely co...
Author's Note: Dear Readers, Thank you for visiting this story. This story has a dark undertone and the plot gets darker as the story progresses. The story may feel a little slow in the beginning, but that was necessary to lay a foundation for the subsequent, more dramatic events. This four part series contains a few scenes involving BDSM and non-consensua...
Part 08: Conforming to the Lifestyle Waking in the morning, Jeannette got her instructions and left to carry them out. She took the shoes that Master ordered her to wear, and she carried them to the slave training area, and set them down as she turned the lights on. First releasing Geneva from her chains she smiled and said. "Good news Geneva, Master is ple...
Chapter 8: The last drop "Jarred" I know you saw your latest ex the other day, you called and informed me he was dropping by, which was sweet, but you also jotted down his number, which you failed to mention. I know why, I'm not entirely ignorant, and it hurts a little. Though I love you with all that I am, I know you need something else, and I allow you y...
Jake continued to stare in stunned disbelief at Kenzie, dripping wet and still tied in the corner. The referee was still fumbling at her wrists from the apron, even after the little slut's entrance music had finally died down. And speaking of... He had just stared to look up at the entrance ramp up where the blonde was just disappearing behind the curt...
I want to thank everyone for their votes, comments, and feedback. It really means a lot to me to have your words and to know you took the time out to write them. This is chapter 4 and there is only 1 chapter left to go in this story. This chapter is a bit meaty at 15k words so keep that in mind if you have a problem with longer tales. I also want to than...