Letter from the author: This is a period piece based in the 1850's on a plantation in the south. The language might be offensive to some, but I feel it is necessary to be historically correct. So, if the word Nigger or other derogatory words to describe Black people offend you please move on. This is also a story of cuckoldry, and interracial sex. If these o...
2. Proper Order Restored The hierarchy of our new ménage, on the outskirts of Farnham Royal, was established from the start. Mistress Amber and Mistress Jet are the directors of our household, Miss Emerald and I constitute the 'second tier', Amethyst, Garnet and Opal each have their particular responsibilities, Sapphire is the general housekeeper -- respons...
"That Ott guy you busted the other day wants to talk to you," a sheriff's deputy from the jail detail told Tim Jackman on the phone. "He says he knows stuff about some other crimes and wants to make a deal." It was almost end of shift, and Tim had been looking forward to going home and spending a quiet evening with his wife, Lynn. It didn't look like that w...
Marissa woke up that morning like most people did: needing to pee. She would never pee on her own things as she didn't like clean up after herself. But defiling other people's things was something she quite enjoyed! Marissa lived in a nice apartment building and while she had a few favorite public pee spots she liked to search for a new place every now a...
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 9, 2009. By this time I'm used to being given orders at the hotel by both Max and Marie, staff members assuming I'm just casual labour employed from time to time. Occasionally some of the staff discuss the relationship of Max to his PA in my hearing, which I find galling. However it would be even more humiliating if they knew the true situat...
Everyone in the following fictional story is over 18: * It had been a long day at work and I just wanted to get home to my apartment to relax and put my feet up for a while. I pulled into the double garage I shared with my landlord, Mr. Perkins. As I started to get out of my car, my landlord suddenly appeared next to my car. He must have been in the garage...
Everyone in the following fictional story is over 18: ***** I have to admit that witnessing the scene between my landlord, Mr. Perkins, and the college girl the day before had dramatically shifted something deep inside of me and given birth to a part of me that I didn't know existed. Seeing him bend her over the couch and spank her before impaling her on...
"That was amazing." Rita breathed, no longer shy about being naked as she lay between Casey and me. "Jesus, I've never cum so hard in my entire life." "Me, either." I started putting my clothes back on until Casey touched my hand, stopping me. "You're leaving so soon?" "Well, I want to take my stuff home and start practicing." "Are you sure?" She rubbed...
It was just after midday when Elvis Mutton drove into the Plymouth Hotel car park on the West Coast of New Zealand in the pink Cadillac with a white roof as personalised number plates, 'MEMPHIS'. Elvis had purchased the wreck from a junkyard in Reefton in the South Island for fifty bucks plus the cost of four new white-wall tyres. He checked in to the cheap...
Chapter One - Wish I Was Wren "Wish I was a Wren," Recruit Brian Perkins mumbled under his breath. 'Fuck! I wish he hadn't said that!' thought Recruit Michael Nyland. He knew that no good would come of it. "Your wish might come true," Leading Recruit Jason Jones (Spike to his friends) sneered. Michael Nyland shivered, and not just because he was standin...