Hey guys, sorry it's taken me so long to add another chapter. Things have been pretty bust lately and I've had a bit of writers block, but I think I'm getting the juices flowing again. Hopefully, the stories will keep rolling in more consistently now. Thanks for being patient. If you haven't read any of the previous chapters yet I would suggest you go back a...
Michael was in the kitchen when she came home. His work hours let him get there an hour before she did, on average, a chance to get his directed chores done before she came home on the days she required him at her house. He was naked, except for the soft black manacles that encircled each wrist and ankle, because that's how she wanted him whenever he was in...
Damon was on his way over to his girlfriend's apartment to pay her a surprise visit. He'd just finished work early as a result of the boiler system failing and fancied popping over to hers for an hour; after all, it had been over a week since they'd actually seen each other, what with work and everything there was just no time. In fact, if Damon was honest,...
I’ve been moping around for a few days, wondering at how much things have changed, when the phone rings. If I didn’t recognize the number, I’d have let it ring, as I have so often lately. “Good evening, slave,” His voice! “Forgotten something, have we?” Oh Jesus. He couldn’t mean it. “Master, I . . .” “D’you think that something has somehow changed betwe...
The first rule about Fuck Club. Don’t talk about Fuck Club. The bar was smoky and redolent with the smell of stale beer and fried onions. The poor lighting competed against the bluish haze of cigarettes and lost. Voices murmured and mixed with outdated tunes from an old Wurlitzer and coalesced into a din that provided a curious anonymity to the speakers....
Steve Thomas had been seeing his daughter's former best friend, Julie, for a little over a week. They still couldn't keep their hands off each other. The man who was old enough to be her father had "unofficially" moved in to her apartment, and she'd already had a set of keys cut for him. They were both still nervous as to what would happen once Steve's daugh...
Frank and the kids were gone for three hours and that was enough time for her to be thoroughly fucked by Chris and Bobby. She was in a very mellow mood when the kids had been put to bed and Frank had come into her bedroom. She smiled up at him: "Want some pussy daddy? Want to fuck your baby boy's wife? Come on daddy; bring your slut her cock." She was deep...
Jenning's and his Black assistant, Tiger, whose real name was Educe Nagoya, walked into the production meeting exactly on time. The red haired receptionist had met many of Hollywood's handsome leading men, but the presence of these two men set her blood to boiling. The white male, Jennings, was by any measure a man of distinction. Ruggedly good looking, he...
This is a follow up to the story Managing Expectations, written posted earlier by Gurgi. I am the woman in the story - and this is my side of the fantasy. In two weeks' time we will meet after months of teasing, texting, sharing photos and fantasies. These two stories was a game we played imagining our first meeting. ========================== Standing in...
Working in the ads is great. You earn a lot of money, well, in fact you earn a shitload of money. You meet new people on a daily basis and you can pretend to be a creative part of society. Working in the ads is also fucking terrible. You have the ad-people from various big companies throwing their money at you, but in return demanding you sell your soul for...