To be her thing. That is what you want, what you have always wanted. What you think of, lying there awake or dreaming--you are not sure which. To exist as her object. To be used for her pleasure. To have no say--none. How would one explain this wish to be used, to be abused, to any "normal" human being? Don't we all desire "respect"? Isn't the very id...
The mansion's security was on high alert but Sasha moved by the mercenaries as if she were a phantom. The jungle princess reached the front door and attacked the two guards. Unprepared they easily succumbed. Applying her herbal toxin they would be paralyzed for several hours. "Meditate on your sins, " she hissed. Entering the parlor, she saw Franco; the h...
It was wet. The air was soggy. Rain poured for days on end, Spring time rushing in. A tall, lean, redheaded man with a full beard approached the ramshackle trailer home in quick strides, splashing through the mud. Not standing on ceremony, he entered the house and called out to announce his presence. At the back of the house she sat on her bed freshly shower...
He was due home in less than a half-hour. She rushed around, straightening the corners of His books, dusting edges of wooden tables, making certain there was nothing out of place. She had dutifully completed her daily chores – disobedience resulted in discipline: her bottom still bore pink welts left by her last flogging, just yesterday. His was a fine leat...
One time I was walking around in an industrial section of town that mostly consisted of a few business parks and warehouses. I had parked nearby at an antique market, and decided to take a little walk after my shopping. As usual I was dressed to attract attention, wearing nylon running shorts that were too short and too tight, with nothing underneath so yo...
It was the last night of our visit together. I was lying on the couch with my head in Joel’s lap. His hand was down my shirt, lazily teasing my nipples. I moaned happily and he bent to kiss me. Joel’s hand left my tits and slipped under my skirt. He rubbed my pussy for a moment, feeling how wet I was for him. “Get up,” Joel whispered. I obliged and he bent...
Inspired by Matthew McConaughey in "Magic Mike". Continued from Cowboy Matt and Mary-Lou Ch. 01... Hobbling on her cane with one hand, and using the mop as another cane with the other, Mary-Lou disobeyed Earl's orders and made her way backstage. She couldn't believe how sleazy backstage was: the muscular studs in leather or uniforms, the slutty female st...
Lila McCann walked to the back of her tour bus and closed the door to the room she went to for "quiet time" after concerts. She was always tired after a show, but was especially tired after this one. Whatever the reason, Lila wanted nothing more than to relax. She slid out of her skin-tight blue jeans, and then lay down on a queen size bed in the room. Lila...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8 min/mp3) * * * * * Strip naked, girl. You will be completely nude for me. If possible, get in front of a full-length mirror. Stand up. Spread your feet wide apart. Wider than your shoulders. Keep yourself exposed, on display, vulnerable. Listen carefully. You are going to edge as you listen...
What type of girl are you? 1) You were very promiscuous, a regular slut. No, that would be an insult to the name slut. You were a super slut. The fact that you are pregnant, is not only not a surprise, but it was inevitable given the amount of sex you have. In fact, this isn’t even the first one you’ve had, Or the second. You don’t care. You wear this belly...