Demetrius was completely swept away by the queen's erotic appeal. Kneeling on the hard marble floor, the delicious toes of Helkios firmly in his mouth, he throbbed and thrust his cock impotently in the air at each swirl of his tongue in between her dainty toes. Queen Helkios, quite overcome by his attentions, lazily dangled her right leg over the arm of her...
This story was written with affection for a friend of mine. It's short and sweet. I hope y'all like it as much as he does. * * * * The Birthday Present She was waiting for him when he came home from practice. It was late; the kids were sleeping at friends' houses. They were alone in the house, she had arranged it carefully. It was his birthday and they'd...
Carefully, i looked at myself in the mirror. My short black dress was figure-hugging, and drew attention to my generous bust. My hair draped over my shoulders in soft waves, and my stiletto heels added a couple of extra inches onto my height. I smiled, excitedly grabbed my keys and ran to my car. I was on my way to a friend's house for the night. However,...
CHAPTER SEVEN I don't know what time it was, but the sounds of people eating had died away and now there were sounds of people talking and laughing and I could also hear someone in a louder voice explaining how their blindfolds were not only the most beautiful but also were guaranteed to keep someone from seeing anything. In other words, except for the fact...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2009 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* My sister Ma...
Obviously from my login, wife2hotblk, I have a thing for interracial love. Honestly, I should have known this at six, when I thought Michael Jackson was cuter than Donny Osmond. But being raised in the Deep South during the 1970's just a few years after the Civil Rights Act passed, my family were actually very stereotypical racists. My step-father not only p...
We have shared intense pleasure as you have submitted to me, learning to perform as expected. For this session, I am rested and ready to guide and train you to do what I will you to do. We have our separate lives but have made a commitment for the time being. For the first time, you invite me over. I arrive at your door. You open it, your smiling face look...
She stood outside the slate gray building, silhouetted against the early morning sunrise. Glancing at the engraved business card in her purse, she paused before ringing the buzzer on the wall. The heavy door swung open and she stepped under the arch, casting one last look behind her at the world outside. A long corridor, floored with marble and subtly lit,...
I bring you down the stairs with your arms bound behind your back. You are naked except for the collar around your neck and the blindfold over your eyes. At the bottom of the stairway I make you walk three steps forward, then ease back on your leash to stop you. You can feel the leash against your face as I pull it up and attach it to a hook on the ceiling....
Olga was raised in a traditional Spanish family; she never missed a mass, never swore and never went out without a duenna to accompany her. Her grandmother, a lady whose maid had laced her into a corset every morning, believed that all respectable ladies should be girdled. This outdated concept was forced on Olga at a young age. The women in her family were...