I have, what people commonly term, a fucking horrible job. Certainly explaining my profession to other people, or even insurance companies, always garners giggles and confused mutterings. It's silly and immature from them, but something I have to live with. The wages are good, it pays my bills; at least I am not a moral vacuum and work in banking. Or politi...
When most people think of Lebanese women, in those rare moments they bother remembering us lovely eastern ladies, they think we're ultra-conservative and repressed, whether we're Christian or Muslim. Me? I'm the one Lebanese chick who breaks the mold. I'm the wild one. I was born in the town of Hasbeya in the Republic of Lebanon, but raised in the City of Ot...
The week of Thanksgiving is often a stressful time for most college students. Often the library is filled with anxious students writing multiple page term papers or studying for pending finals. Such was the case for Nikki Randall. The five foot three inch, blue-eyed blonde had seven major papers due the week after Thanksgiving that she needed to finish and f...
As a fifty year old career dominatrix, with nearly twenty five years in the business, I am often asked for my opinion on the topic of bondage discipline for wayward wives, or less commonly wayward husbands. Since spousal training is a lucrative and specialized endeavor, I have a vested interest in promoting it. However few prospective clients can afford my...
Love... Chapter 1: The Foreplay I can still smell him on my fingertips and taste the salt of his seed on my lips, his scent clinging to me even as she sits next to us, completely unaware of our transgression. The scent is like the sick, decaying smell of a late stage cancer patient, semi-sweet and bitter all at once. This should be where the guilt begins...
We sat on an arched footbridge, watching the small watercraft make its way down the river and towards the Gulf. A cool-ish breeze had picked up and it felt wonderful. I took Michelle's hand in mine and pulled her closer to me, so that our sides were touching. I looked over at her and couldn't help but stare at her cleavage, which was thrust up and out of her...
Being milked felt so GOOD. After the agony of helplessly feeling my loose, full breasts sway and bounce, with my hands bound behind me, the sensation of the suction tubes attaching to my nipples filled me with relief. I may have even cried out. The suction was gentle, not rough, and the sensation of milk leaving my body was so sensual, so physically amazing...
She had a look in her eye. She had hinted before about wanting to be tied up, possibly hurt a bit. But I was unsure as to how much she wanted, or how far she wanted to go. One thing you need to know about Michelle is that she's beautiful. An absolute china doll with full pouty lips, tight round rear and breasts that keep me up nights. And by up I mean "UP"...
*Story not intended for readers under 18. Daddy and Babygirl are both over 18, and are not related, they are simply pet names they have given one another* * Daddy walks into the office and tells Babygirl to get off the computer and get ready to go to town. Babygirl turns around and pouts at Daddy "but Daddy I'm in the middle of talking to my friends! Can'...
*A special thanks to darkangel718310 for her help in editing my work. Please feel free to leave comments or send me suggestions for future chapters* * "I just don't get it, Liddy," Laurie sighed between sips of the afternoon's third white wine spritzer. "I begged him this morning. Fucking begged him to go down on me. And he wouldn't. He just fucked me, cam...