It was becoming dusk when my car slowed to an inevitable standstill. The air around us was muggy and warm, the faint sound of Reggae music drifting down from some tower block party. We had, ourselves, been heading for a party of certainly more salubrious design than the one that we could currently hear, but a wrong turn somewhere in the city had brought us t...
She sat at her desk in her home office with her glasses perched on her nose as she thoughtfully studied the screen of her laptop. Her fingers were linked together and resting under her chin, except her index fingers which were pressed to her lips. Her brow was crinkled and she released a frustrated sigh, picking up her pen and jotting some notes on the paper...
"You've come a long way, baby." He smiles at me, watches me as I cross my legs. I'm sitting across from him. I can tell the effect I have on him, every time he visits, sees me dressed fem for him, he's hard, rock hard when I meet him at the door. And I know what outfits turn him on the most. I know he fantasizes about me when he's fucking his wife. She doesn...
Author's Note: This story is based on Chuck and is a sequel to Before Chuck and Practice. * Sarah Walker had it all. An exciting job she excelled at, so much so that her name was becoming infamous within the spy world along with that of her associates John Casey and Chuck Bartowski and yet thanks to some strategic hacking and the fact that most of their t...
Ms. Till was always a flirt. Teaching seniors in highschool while only being a few years out of college herself, she loved to say sneaky sexual comments to her attractive male students. I was her favorite student and we would flirt daily. She finally wanted to have some fun and invited me out to her house for dinner. Ms. Till had just finished her divorce an...
Pooja looked ravishing in her saree with deep cut blouse, revealing a cleavage for the ones who looks properly to catch the glimpse of beautiful valley. She was getting ready for the dinner party hosted by her husband's friend on their third marriage anniversary. Pooja was a sex goddess and loved to flaunt her 34c breasts. She was married to Raghav since 3 y...
"Accept your punishment without a sound, bitch, or it'll get much worse." I growled. This sub's insolence was becoming more than tiresome. She had started out with so much promise. I had met her on an online chat site for BDSM practitioners in our city. She approached me in a respectful manner and told me she was looking for a new Master. When I asked why s...
Lauren walked into the hotel room. It was utterly dark. She could not see anything. It seemed to her that she was in a room, filled with no breathing, until a tall box, outlined in a faint yellow light, appeared to her. She stood quietly by the door. Waiting. She heard his voice, filled with male husk: "Lauren. Do not speak." He paused for emphasis, and her...
Authors Note: This story continues the adventures of eighteen year old Marcia (nee Marcus) Cicero. The tale opens a week after the events related in "Carol's Gifts". Marcia has shown visible signs of blossoming in the wake of Mistress Carol's injection of powerful hormones and is anticipating returning to her school for the first time as a girl. To answer an...
And maybe it is all about sex; as I sit here watching the rhythmic placing of his hands on the trumpet, it's your hands I think about, fingering my keys and making me sing. A few people notice it; the air about this girl alone at a bar, the darkness that flickers just behind her eyes, the manner in which she holds her body. Legs, impossibly long, cross and u...