Sighing, she pushed the plate away and pulled the coffee cup closer. She felt slightly sheepish, going out alone to eat French toast at one o'clock in the morning. But Master had to work nights during their visit, and she had a seemingly insatiable lust for American breakfast foods: she might as well indulge herself a bit while Master was working. After all,...
Mia Hogh—say it as 'Me-a-ho'—said, "I'm yours. You own me." Worried, I replied, "Mia, I know you're in guilt mode. That's OK. But I just can't 'own' another human being. I don't want a slave, even pretend one just for sex." She said, "I still love sex. If I can't be your whore, then I'll be your slut. I love to be penetrated by a hard cock ... yours. Love...
They meet him in the airport bar; she covered in a trench coat, her Master all in black. Their guest has arrived and they are most anxious to get to know him better. The muse especially admires the bulk of him, so broad, so hairy and so strong. Her mind quickly races ahead and a small smirk appears on her face as she imagines him bound securely on the rac...
Isabel Molchini looked at herself in the oval, dark wood framed, full length mirror that rested on its stand beside her dresser and smiled. She looked extremely beautiful and knew that all the guys at the event would be unable to resist looking at her. But that wasn't unusual. Guys, young men and older men, were always gazing in her direction shouting out cr...
It had been a lovely July day -- warm and sunny but not hot like down in the city. The snowfields sparkled brightlly above Lady Duchess's mountain cabin on the shore of the lake. allan had roused many times in the night. As tired as he was, he just never slept very well on the cold kitchen floor, especially with his wrists bound behind his back to keep him...
I woke up to a loud banging on my door. Five AM on a Monday? "Shit, this must be the police or someone's dead," I thought, stumbling out of bed and throwing on a pair of shorts. I was half-afraid, half-angry when I opened the door. It was Lisa, wearing a jogging outfit and holding a few bags. Her hair was pulled back, and her gaze was guarded as I stood ther...
This is a true story that has developed over the past 3 years. It is about our experiences with swinging and how it introduced us to open marriage, bi, and inter-racial sex. When I got home, Suzy was sound asleep, so I cleaned up the house, and then laid out by the pool, thinking again about last night. Suzy woke up, when Ray called about 4:00pm. They talk...
Michael called her cell phone and she picked up on the third ring. Since she had taken a position as an English professor nearer to Him, Michael frequented Sara's company often. Michael and Sara were lovers for the past year and half. When they met, they were both married and while Michael did love Sara, he couldn't leave His wife, so they remained embroiled...
"Hello," she cooed as I answered the door. She pulled the slipping strap of her backpack back onto her shoulder. My jaw mentally dropped. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered. Her straight, mousy brown hair framed her long thin features and fell well past her slim shoulder. She had little round glasses that hung on the tip of her nose. She wore a...
Gina didn't speak, at first, she just smiled and half heartedly laughed at the predicament that Tonya had gotten herself into. She locked the door behind her, staring at the stupid slut still bent over the chair. Andrew slowly slid his spent cock from Tonya's messy wet cunt, and walked over to Gina, "I told you I could get her in my storage room," he said,...