Larry Parker had just put another shift for Candid Films Inc.; as a filmstrip editor for a small-time porno outfit, he had seen his fair share of sleaze, and was bored with the same old scenarios of 'stud meets bimbo by chance and ends up filling her well-used gash with cream'. He yearned for something a little more erotic, and had been peddling his talents...
"Dr. Zachary Violet" smiled as he leaned back in his elegantly upholstered chair and gazed at his office. The Purple Man's powers had recently mutated -- or rather greatly increased. No longer could he only control people for a limited time. Now, by properly focusing his powers, he could make permanent alteration to people's minds... and even to th...
It was one month to the day since my last orgasm when my wonderful Mistress called me into our bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in a black mini-dress, her feet visible only through the gaps in her sluttiest shoes. She looked amazing and she knew it. She pointed to the floor in front of her and I obediently knelt, lowering my head in a gesture...
Leila looked at herself in her bathroom mirror and tousled her long curls with her manicured fingers. She looked good. Finally, she was going to meet Tom. In the beginning, when they'd first started chatting she'd checked out his Facebook and obviously gone through all his pictures and old statuses. She could see through all the facade of 'happily married...
My experience as the controlling force in my husband's life is certainly not unique, but I do believe that the way I guide our lives works so well that it is worth sharing. As is the case with many of your wives, I did not have any idea that BDSM, when used by a loving wife within a female-led marriage, could be such an effective way of improving my marriage...
This was Miles' first sight of the woman simply known as Madam Zandra, and would be the last time he saw England. The tanned woman sneered down at him as Myra had him stumble on his knees to her, the leash pulled tighter as he was moved close enough to smell the sweet perfumes of the woman who would now on own him, and would control his destiny... his cock b...
We ate some blueberry muffins with butter. Karen had another glass of wine. I had another Diet Coke. She had moved from the floor to the Murphy bed while I heated up the muffins in the microwave. The Murphy bed was not in direct view from the window. Karen was naked as required. Her sexual scent filled the suite. No two women on the planet had the same scent...
As Diana read and reread Brad's lengthy missive detailing the reason for his disappearance from her life, she experienced a wide range of mixed emotions. One conclusion that stood out for her was her sense that he was obviously infatuated with her, if not downright in love with her. That belief most gratified her since it exactly mirrored her partiality towa...
In the wonderful world of novel creation there happen to be a number of pieces required to make the novel come together. As well as a healthy dose of plot, setting, and premise, the entire story almost always hinges upon the actions of the characters. Unfortunately for many budding authors, characters are not always the most cooperative beings in existence,...
Miranda's dominance and confidence evolved so naturally with every day she spent with the mature women, and the attention shown her by the absolute subservience of Parker, had her warm to that lifestyle, as though her previously timid persona had never existed. Her cunt saw the regular service of his tongue between her broad thighs, and his tears induced by...