She hummed to the beat of their heels clicking along the wood. She liked this time of year. Warm enough to be out without a jacket or sweater but cold enough to need at least some jeans. Tonight she wore short jean mini skirt and a soft cotton blouse which clung to her ample breasts. Every time the wind blew in off the gulf, it teased her nipples, making the...
I let you take control of both me and my fantasy. This all emerged from a simple chat. Our favorite topic has always been sex, so it never seemed strange to discuss our most secret fantasies and desires. Yours involved a shopping excursion, a short skirt, and complete anonymity. Congratulations to the gentlemen who were lucky enough to be drug along to the...
All characters are over the age of 18. ***** My mind was foggy and still partially asleep when I cuddled into the pillow. The heat from the morning sun was casting over my face and instinctively I smiled. The bed was so comfortable, engulfing my every curve, but suddenly my eyes flashed open. Looking around, I grew anxious. I had fallen asleep at Michael's...
This is the immediate continuation of part 1. Previously on Slave Cassandra: After having her pussy tortured, Cassandra was made to shit on the floor. *** Cassandra felt relieved to have emptied her bowels without making a mess on herself. At the same time she was embarrassed that she hadn't managed to expell all her shit. Master still held the toilet pape...
This is my first story. WARNING: this story, and none of my stories for that matter, does not contain sex. I don't describe something to which I am uninterested in. WARNING: in the end the characters in this story turned out to be a lesbian couple in a S/m relationship. Note: I could have edited this more, but in the end I decided it was best to leave i...
La donna è mobile Qual piuma al vento, muta d'accento e di pensiero. Clara span round and around. Naked men sucked one another to satisfaction as they watched Clara spin around and around on her point. They watched as she span but she could not watch them, for she was locked tightly alone in a world of darkness, a cover on her eyes forbidding access to the...
I walked into the donut shop, still buzzed from the most exhilarating sex session I had ever experienced. I have read over the years about torture of women on devices called wooden horses, but never thought I would have the chance to ride one in my own bedroom. My master spent an hour getting me turned on, teasing my nipples and clit, pinching and biting m...
I've had the same group of girlfriends since kindergarten. There was the ring leader Lauren who told us what party we would make an appearance at each Friday night and if our ass looked a little too fat for a particular skirt. She was all legs with blue eyes and long blonde locks that always fell in perfect waves down her perky 34 C cup breast. Ashley th...
I was very angry. Quite angry. Angry enough to have rung the police to see if they knew where she was. They had found her, and were bringing her home. She had been at a party which I had expressly told her I did not want her to attend, and she knew what would happen now that she was being brought home, in disgrace, by the police. Waiting by the door, the cl...
Nothing I love more than to spend some time at home, folks. Enjoying a quiet day in my mansion on Brockton's West Side. It's one of the things I enjoy the most. You see, the world makes sense once again. My name is Shavona Lavonne. A six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed Black woman born and raised in New England. I attend Wellesley College. I am an em...