Chapter 2. Wet. The phone rang at the Anderson house on the seventh around nine fifteen at the Anderson house. "Hey, quiet you guys. Nolan, bed, now!" Brody picked up the portable. "Hello?" "Hey, baby." It was Shannon, "So did you pick up that girl, Claudia, yet?" "What? No, I'm supposed to do that tomorrow. That's what you said, the eighth at seven, reme...
I've always been the jealous type. Always eager to jump to hideous conclusions and question the trust of those closest to me. Eventually, I did get a bit better and managed to work through some deep rooted insecurities but I never predicted I'd wind up where I am. It didn't take long for me to notice that I was different than others my age, or even most ad...
Breathing heavily I looked up at him as he suddenly stopped. Taking a quick moment to catch my breath and find my voice I opened my mouth to protest but before I had a chance to utter more than a sound, he slapped me suddenly, solidly, on the left cheek- making my eyes water as I looked at him exasperated. "What. Did I. Say." It was more of a threat than...
One good turn deserves another... Or so they say. We played like that all of the time. One day I took the reins and the next you did. Give and take. We loved the power exchange. Today was my day to take. Or so I thought. It happened so fast. One moment I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth and the next I am being manhandled, your strength easily overcoming...
I wrote this originally just for me to document and understand my slip into the total loss of control of my own life and being owned body and mind by one person, my Mistress. However I have decided to publish it, please bear in mind this is 100% true and is a work in progress. If I get a good response I will add to it as I write it. *** For her protection...
Katie was a young girl with a strange fetish. She loved to be a slave and have her man be a master. Although many people had such a fetish, she liked being a slave to a large degree. She looked since she was eighteen and right out of foster care, having grown up with no known family, on websites for slaves needing masters or masters needing slaves. Two years...
Alina practically stumbled from the main house through the field that led to her shack. Her feet felt as though they might fall right off and she couldn't say she'd be sad to see them go. From the moment she'd arrived at the villa she'd run from one task to the next, carrying load after load of laundry, supervising and cooking meals, cleaning and polishing e...
N.B. This story has a wife sharing / cuckold theme if you DON'T like these types of stories then do not read it. I am open to suggestions or constructive criticism by other authors. I find far too many who haven't tried to write are more scathing with their comments than those who have written so if it's not constructive or just plain nasty keep them to your...
I am now at this point so hungry with; desire for my lover's unique way of fucking me that as his hand comes down on my ass again my mind is spinning out of control. "Please I need to be filled, I need you to fuck me." He commands me "turn and face me, is that what you want or do you want me to eat you some more." I smile and say, "No, I want to take you u...
Smoke blanketed the bar in thin wisps like so many tattered tapestries. It hung in the air, floating, sculpted by overhead lights and the small lamps that illuminated the place in a hue far brighter than the typical watering hole. The Double Tree Hotel wasn't known for the magnificence ambiance of its open-aired saloon, nor for the limited selection of drink...