"I tell you Angie, it was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me," Christine said excitedly between mouthfuls of Caesar Salad and sips of Chardonnay. "Well, tell me all about it girl," Angie replied. The two women were sharing lunch on the one hundred and fifty second floor of the Liberty/Porterfield Building, in the most expensive restaurant...
Hello you naughty girls and boys! For those of you ready to settle in for a longer story I offer you this tale. It is about lessons learned and steps one must take to achieve a goal. It is also something of a favorite of mine. And there is a lot of naughtiness to enjoy. Many delicious themes will be covered and the cast is large. It is a story about Tom and...
Cameron watched the clock carefully. Eleven-thirty. Just half an hour more and he could slip out of the office early. He had an appointment today. But not the doctor's appointment that his co-workers thought. Although this did more for his mental health than any doctor, psychiatrist or psychologist ever had. And he had tried them all to rid himself of this c...
Memorandum From: Robert McIntosh To: Jodi Reinsdorf CC: Human Resources Re: Your Brains Jodi, this is Bob, from down the hall. Just wanted to interface with you on a dialogue point regarding your recent objections to the new Client Relations Initiative, and get your 360-degree feedback on the proposal I brought to your attention a couple of hours ago....
There was darkness within the room that was not often appreciated in human nature. Few appreciate the tender fashion of darkness, how it was much like a velvet glove that caressed the flesh lovingly. There were few who could appreciate darkness as much as he, whether it is natural or artificial. Within this room, a young gentleman sat, disheartened at recent...
Prolog: Because we are currently engaged in "Slavery by Syndication," it is difficult for modern man to assert his individuality. Adding to the dilemma of "socialization," we have a syndicated academia that strain to seduce capitalistic communism onto their current students -- which attempts to robotize young minds by creating a higher educational power (a...
She was beautiful. But it was more than surface beauty. The inner beauty showed in her eyes... those eyes that he kept going back to. When he looked over his shoulder as if trying to spot someone, or when he gazed into the mirror behind the bar. But, what was the point? She was with someone... and both of them were wearing wedding rings. No way was he goin...
As Roger and his well fucked wife made their way toward their hotel suite, he was filled with anticipation of more first time sexual experiences with her. Although she rarely viewed porn with her husband, she knew all about the kinds of themes and content of cuckold porn that Roger favored. She knew that almost every cuckold hubby longs for the same thing -...
Jean was lying back relaxed in the tub. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at me serenely confident. I blushed as my cock stiffened, feeling so exposed in front of her yet only a thin layer of bubbles covered her nudity from me. Maybe it was the way she'd looked so fearful when we first met, yet now seemed so confident and assured of her superiority and con...
The weekend of the 15th and 16th had been finalised and invitations sent. The 6 bedroom farmhouse and adjoining barn had been hired for the weekend at a ridiculously low rate from a very dear friend, who asked no questions. The replies came back and were listed: Myself & slave A Yes Master B & slave B Yes Master C & slave C Yes Master D & slave D Yes...