As I lay on top of the vaulting horse with a clear view of Leonardo and Venus who were both still assuming the position. I focused on the sensations assaulting my body, my cock stretched by the leather cock trap, my cock and balls held in a vise like grip by the "lips" of the leather "pussy", my nipples tormented by the twist lock clamps attached by the smal...
My beautiful Mistress is out of town for a long weekend. This is ostensible a semi-annual buying trip for one of the stores she represents, but in this day and time such trips have become arcane. I've always believed her real motive is to spend time with her friend Jan. The very thought of her between Jan's legs and lapping away at Jan's pussy made my clitty...
The next day thoughts of Corinne littered Noel's mind. Who was this girl, he thought to himself. At a glance he thought her knew exactly what she entailed. Though what happened in the parking lot, proved to be much different. Corinne was like a two way mirror, only one aspect of her shown clearly. The other, hidden in the shadows—but ultimately still there....
[Is this the ultimate plimsoll fetish sex fantasy?] Chapter 7 -- Saturday night spice It was Friday evening. As I'd had to work late, Emma had come up to town after taking her adult beginners' ballet class to meet me at my office. She looked gorgeous as always. After several weeks of warmer weather it was becoming cooler so she was wearing a black leather...
Inspired by the song, "My Father" by Judy Collins. Thanks again to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her encouragement, advice, and of course, her editing. ***** My father always promised us that we would live in France. Oh, my sisters and I knew that it was a pipe dream. He was a coal miner in Ohio, and the closest we ever got to Europe was an ann...
My first internship was arranged by an incompetent woman who had no idea what she was doing, why else would I, a journalism major, be stuck at a software company? I spent my hours collating, photocopying and stapling. It was pretty boring up until the day they reassigned me. I came in that morning wearing what I usually did. Basically I wore the same ill fi...
To my Dearest Readers, Thank you kindly for your comments. Makes me feel appreciated. It's the reason I write, and the fuel for my drive. Let me soak it all in while I comfort my laptop, hoping she will work with me instead of against me. I'll light a cigarette and turn on some jams, and try to entertain you all. If you haven't read part one of this series,...
It was ten days since he had broken up with his girlfriend and still the coffee was bitter. Roger didn't complain though. Not out loud. He just drank it since his friends were nice enough to take him out. It was his birthday and though he preferred to stay at home and pine over Rosie, his friends still dragged him out kicking and screaming. Roger looked ar...
This story is a another snapshot of the world created in Scene from a Dinner Party. ***** Click... Click... 'and...' click! 'Perfect!' my Mistress says with wicked glee, 'now up you get.' A sharp intake of breath and my eyes widen but I place my hands flat on the cold, tiled floor and... my Mistress giggles, 'Sophia, Sophia - stay down. There's no way an...
Joanne's heart missed a beat. The rumours were true. There it was in black and white on the notice board: Michael Hurst, internationally famous dancer, was going to be a guest star with the company for the next season. Everybody was excited, and all the talk between classes and rehearsals centred on Michael Hurst. At the age of 25 he'd suddenly taken the da...