Out to lunch alone, nose buried in a book, I almost didn't notice someone trying to get my attention. "Uh, excuse me, miss?" He reached out with a gentle tap on my shoulder. I jumped, squeaked, and immediately turned beet red as I looked up to meet startlingly blue eyes. He was tall, and had dark hair, greying at the temples. His face was covered with li...
In the morning, Celeste dropped him off at his apartment to allow him to pack some clothes for the few days away; 'Not that you'll spend much time with them one!' joked the spicy redhead. As he let himself in he found a laptop on the lounge table, with a note on top of it; a bright red lipstick kiss adorned the note; "This is for you; my new acquisition....
So, trying to do a smut-on-demand thing here. I got no requests last time I posted, so I amused myself. I'm going to say it gets a little non-consentish (Camille doesn't get raped or anything), and there may be a physical altercation. Apparently this is what happens when I'm left unattended. Any requests/criticisms/thoughts are appreciated. ***************...
I had just moved into the country to a nice little cottage that my mother owned, she left it to me when she died. I had lived there for a couple of months, and began to feel at home and took to exploring the countryside. Across the lane from my house was a footpath lined on both sides by a tall hedge, it went past a large mansion house, which was the only ot...
Rayne and I really like That Italian Place. Atmosphere, food, service – it's all good. And they have some secluded booths tucked away in a corner. Rayne met me at the door, and we exchanged hugs and kisses. It's difficult for me to kiss Rayne in public, because I have a strong tendency to get carried away. Just one little peck on her cheek often turns into...
I was overwhelmed as I emerged from the cellar door, leashed and on all fours; I was ready to beg and whine for relief as I viewed Blanche's magnificent buxom curves and folds flex in the latex; a 62 year old woman who had shown she owned me completely within a matter of hours. I willingly followed on all fours, hoping she would allow me full use of the Viag...
The day the man known as Yarn walked into the town of Baalbek, Republic of Lebanon, Zainab Al-Baabur's world would never the same. Oh, the young Lebanese woman had seen African men before. However, Thomas Yarn didn't carry himself like the Somalis, Malians and Berbers who occasionally came into the Republic of Lebanon. He called himself a proud son of Detroi...
She was his Maitresse. There was no doubt about it. She was his lover, she was his friend, she was his darling, honey, babes... whatever. Even when she switched she was his Maitresse. She knew that. But right then... she didn't feel it. Right then she was nobody's Maitresse. She was dominant to nobody. She was a slut. She was a bitch. She was game for whatev...
I was staring into my mirror, trying to will myself to regret. Dusty wasn't answering his phone, and I didn't know what else to do. He was furious, he had every reason to be. I'd betrayed his trust. I'd betrayed the sanctity of our marriage. In my quest for fulfillment, I'd been extremely unfaithful. I'd been an utter whore. I should have felt horrible, self...
It was finally happening! Mistress H arranged to meet up with me at a nice hotel to have some fun. She told me depending on my behavior; she may decide to move me in with her to be her full time slave. This was the opportunity I had been fantasizing over for months! I knew I would have to do my best to please her, so immediately upon hearing her orders to me...