It was awesome waking up that next morning with my head resting on Sholanda's cunt and my whole upper body clenched between her massive thighs! For the first time in over two weeks I woke up warm and limber. I did not miss the floor at the foot of the bed one bit. I showered and got ready for work. Before leaving I lovingly gazed at Sholanda's fat form in t...
I met Sandra at Saturday afternoon at a grocery shop in our Scandinavian hometown. Not the average place to meet the wife to be. But I did it. She noted that I had difficulties to find the right kind of meat and offered to help me with that. I accepted and jokingly told her that I really needed to find a wife like her. She had obviously a great sense of humo...
Chapter Two -- From the perspective of Alex I woke up with the light gushing in from the window. I hate those damn shades in her studio. The sooner she moves in with me the better. I roll over and she is curled up in the fetal position. Her bare ass is pushed out from beneath the sheet, and I see it is adorned with red fresh bruises from last night coveri...
The rest of the week after our beach trip I did not see or even hear from Andre at all, which was mostly a good thing but part of me missed him. It did give me a chance to think of many ways to end my affair and I was going to do so the next time I heard or saw him. The way he treated me our last night in Tybee Island settled that. My period ended Thursday...
Chapter 11 -- The Value of a Lock **Characters and text are protected under copyright law Chloe was having a growing difficulty concentrating on the movie they had settled in to watch together. Nestled against Master, inhaling the soft scent of him, the warm feeling of his arm around her bare waist, she found herself with a growing desire to do something o...
Casablanca in the thirties was a cosmopolitan sprawl of adventurers and chancers from all corners of the planet; its Wild West feel drew many into its seedy society. The political climate to the north, mirrored by the eternal African turmoil to the south, only served to colour its atmosphere; generating business for the myriad of nightclub owners. A welcome...
"You know what to do." With those words, I began my journey into slavery. I was completely alone with my Master for the first time, about to experience fully my role as his owned property. We had discussed this moment, and I did indeed know what to do. There wasn't much ceremony involved – all that was required of me was to strip and kneel, and follow the...
They told me it was haunted, but I didn’t listen. What can ghosts do to someone who doesn’t believe they exist? It was a small house, once rumoured to have been owned by a young lady who killed herself one night after her lover left her. I didn’t care, the price was right and the house suited my needs so I snatched it up quickly. The realtor said she was g...
Dear Master -- I am so horny tonight that I cannot think of anything but you. I can't help but fantasize about last Wednesday. My hand keeps teasing my nipples, taunting them like you did. I keep thinking about how your hand was buried so deep in my pussy. The image of you lying flat on my bed, one hand casually behind your head as you looked up at me wit...
Further confident and severe looking women arrived, smiling and sneering at the gimp, and pointing at me contemptuously. My erection raged as I watched the superbly dominant Arabella stride positively toward the cellar door; her willing gimp, the once proud and dignified headmaster, on all fours with a tail swinging from his plug. The women laughed at him an...