Not willing to trust anyone who could use intimate relations against me, I had few dates. Except for Peanut and Sharona, I hardly saw anyone socially. My post-humiliation, divorced personal life changed about two weeks ago, when I got up to answer the door of my small house, down in Ocean Beach, below Point Loma in San Diego, California. As was my habit, I...
Lauren woke up slowly, feeling the morning sun warming her face. Stretching like a cat, she momentarily paused when she felt a powerful pair of arms around her. Glancing over her shoulder, the memories of the previous evening came flooding back as she saw Mr Lane. Speaking of flooding, her pussy became incredibly wet as she remembered the sensation of his co...
She mewed into the phone while she listened to his voice. She allowed him to coax her into talking about her vision - telling him about how she pictured his lips, his expression, his eyes - as he slipped his cock into her. She could do nothing but feel his words while he told her how he pictured her as well - just watching her sleep beside him as well as the...
We've all seen it. The person who just screams vanilla. You talk about Sex, they say, "I've done that." You talk about anal sex, and they say, "That's an exit hole only. If anyone puts anything in there I'll cut it off." You ask why, and they just say: "Because." "Gays and Lesbians should be shot, Bisexuals are worse because they can't even pick a side....
she's all alone. Sitting on the floor, naked with only handcuffs and a blindfold. her hands are cuffed in front of her, her Master did that on purpose. she sat alone for what seemed like hours, but in reality she knew it was only a few minutes. she felt herself getting wetter and wetter as the seconds ticked by. she reached down to her cunt and put a finger...
Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...
Everyone has a Dark Side. No matter what they say. Throughout history, we have been bombarded with the message that the Dark Side is to be feared. Well, some of us embrace it. I am such a man. My name is Raphael. Society would call people like myself every name under the sun. Sociopath. Psychopath. Freak. Amoral. Remorseless Individual. Embodiment of the Ant...
[This story does deal with women who are menstruating as well as with defecation, so those offended by bodily functions should proceed no further.] * Marcia and Linda, now that they were in their late 40s, had decided that it would really be fun to relive their school days. So they were even more excited when they saw the item online that invited women to...
Chapter 22: The Olive Press Lucio leads Julia and I away from the hunting lodge to the stone farm buildings clustered behind the main house. He unlatches the wooden gates to the olive press and pushes us into the building. I find it strange there's no effort to bind us. I'm strong and know I'm capable of overwhelming Lucio to make an escape, though I've...
I returned home after dark that night. My day had been busy with purchases I had never made before. I bought Cay one week's worth of uniforms for school as well as a couple of packs of white underwear to change into, since I had already ruined the only pair she had on. Part of me liked the idea of her dirty garments still around her waist, dried with layers...