Mr. Peterson, or Mr. P for short, had been my neighbor for more than twenty years. He was in his late sixties but you wouldn't have known it by looking at him. He and I always had a good relationship even though, when I was married, he and my ex-husband seemed to irritate each other at times. His wife had died some years back, before my ex and I had divorced...
Next to sex, Beth's favorite pleasure in life was shopping. She would disappear for hours at a time, only to come home laden with packages from nearly every woman's store at the mall. Like clock-work, Saturday mornings at 10:00 a.m. would find her headed off for a morning (and often dragging on to early afternoon) of power shopping. Today was seemingly no di...
I have come to enjoy Corona, my favorite beer, with a peach rather than the traditional lime, thanks to a dear friend. I had to travel to Las Vegas on business recently: another conference to attend with long days and often boring company. The first day, I attended meetings all morning. During one of the breaks, I noticed an old friend was attending. Jack...
All around her people where intertwined in various sexual positions. Men and women, women and women, men and men as well as small and large groups engaged in sexual perversion and lust. All this she watched from her dark throne of blood red silk and black marble skulls. Her bright green eyes sparkled at the masses of flesh before her performing for her every...
Straggling into the apartment loaded down with bags from shopping, the girl scuffles into the kitchen placing the bags on the counter. Standing at the counter and smiling to herself, she recalls her Master handing her some extra money. "Go and do some shopping for yourself. You've been such a good girl." And seeing that special smile He gets, she laughed, ki...
This is my story. Who am I? I am Shaheen Firdaus. If you are reading this, then it means I have got what I wanted to do. No don't try to find me out or draw any conclusion yet. I am where I intent to be, safe and happy - not to mention satisfied with the turn of the events. I would start from the most beautiful and adventurous years of my life, my college...
He took in the room he had just walked into; the sun was setting amid some clouds. The light spread orange across the horizon and the sky and into their living room. He was nervous. He wasn't sure what she had in store for him. Her corset lifted her creamy breasts, tightened around her midriff and stopped a few inches above her panties. Under her fishnet s...
[Quick Note: For those of you who don't know how to pronounce Eolande's name—I, at first, didn't—it is pronounced o (as in joe)-land (land, of course)-aey (like in gray).] 1/ In a small village, in the darkest of times, a girl named Calandra reached the age of 18 and became the most sought-after virgin in all of Arcadia. Most of the girls believed that her...
It's a very subtle and nuanced game the two of you are playing, in which little is said and the slightest movement or gesture speaks volumes. You want him to believe you want nothing to do with him, that it's beneath you to look at him, that you feel violated by him for having snatched you from your pampered world of privilege and forced you to lie here, a h...
As I drive around the roundabout and down the entrance road to Tony's flat, I can feel my pussy getting wet expectantly. Turning right into the estate the moistness in my pussy creates a slickness in my sex. I've been looking forward to seeing Tony again for a few weeks, ever since our last encounter, the one that left me superbly well fucked and smiling for...