i have written down some of my fantasy for You Sir and i will confess in type as opposed to with my mouth that yes You were partly right .... sometimes it is Your face that i see above me, or under me when i fantasise. Well ...... i've been cheeky to You and for some reason or another You are not as tolerant and so You tell me to go and bend over the back...
Layla does the deed and thinks the promotion is hers. She is relieved and happy that it is over and that she can get back to being Charlie's loving wife. Oh, how the Gods laugh when we mortals plan! Thanks as always to LadyCibelle. Part Two Charlie That night at dinner, Charlie noticed almost immediately that Layla alternated between forced gaiety and un...
As I walked past the bedroom I heard a voice, two voices! She had been warned but she had not listened! I opened the bedroom door and saw them, a slim blonde and my disobedient submissive! The blondes legs were spread wide and my deceitful possession was licking her pussy, much to the delight of the ecstatic blonde. 'What the hell do you think you are doin...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: One morning my wife described the dream she'd had the night before, and this story was the result. There isn't a lot of sex in it. As the train pulled into the station Daphne grabbed her overnight bag and her purse, just as she had done at the last three stops. She looked out the window at the platform, once again nervously fingering the st...
This was originally titled Quicksilver Messenger, but based on some ideas from readers I have made some changes and retitled the series. In addition, I have a new editor that helped clean up some of the speed bumps in the story. Thanks to Glenn514. It is still the same basic story and the changes are not massive, but to me it is enough to warrant a new versi...
The darkness had found her. in its funereal embrace, and she sat upright on her bed, her knees bent to her chest as she embraced her legs in silent repose. The darkness was of little companionship, the night, merely an empty shadow that stalked her in her solitude. Sleep had not been easy. Woven with shadows her dreams danced in kaleidoscope shades and chas...
My wife worked at the computing center for a major international bank and her employer lived by the age-old adage "Trust, but verify." She moved millions with a keystroke and her codes ran out of sight in the heart of the machine. She was watched, they all were, but there was so much complication in the work that it would be easy to cheat the firm and get ri...
This story is a sequel to Meeting Sir. You could read this alone, but it will make more sense if you read Meeting Sir first. Thank you for your votes and comments. * I walked back to my hotel, although I don't remember doing so. My mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. The high I had been on from being dominated for the first time in real life by my on...
It is dark in the bedroom. A dim white light from the bathroom backlights the room in stark contrasts of black and white. The wind roars noisily about the corner of the house – or is that merely the pounding of the blood in my head and ears and eyes drowning out everything else? A red haze surrounds my brain, and I struggle to break through. I grasp for a li...
As Jess started to calm down from her orgasm she began to realise how obscene she looked. Her chest was heaving, her firm tits exposed, her perfectly trimmed pussy was soaking wet and still pulsated from the intense eruption she had just been through. She looked up at me now, with shock and disgust at what she had just done. Quickly gathering her belongings...