It is an indisputable fact that relations between the US President, Dwight D. Eisenhower, and Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev deteriorated dramatically in May 1960. The so called Cold War was at its highest at this time due to the capture of Francis Gary Powers. The American pilot had been shot down in his CIA U2 spy plane in Soviet airspace and the consequ...
She stepped into my room. Her previous persona gone. The conservative, quiet woman that I had come to know had vanished. Instead I saw delicious pale skin wrapped tightly in a black corset. Knee high black boots with a seductive five inch heel could not hide the full length of the black nylons that hugged her shapely legs. She wore the leather collar and cuf...
For the hundredth time in as many minutes Leilani thought about her situation, her options and struggled in her bindings. Her arms were pulled above her head, cuffed and held high in place by rope. Her naked body was stretched almost painfully, bound securely to the pillar she was pressed against. One rope was wound tightly above and below her chest, pushing...
As time passed, Barbara and Sarah's relationship grew and deepened. Barbara became more and more used to having Sarah around and was becoming more and more comfortable with her sexuality and her kinks. The whole thing was still conducted well between the hours of 9 and 5 and there were no suspicions from either husband that their wives might be closer acqua...
My name is Wanda Philogene, and I'm a Haitian woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. For four years I was married to this tall, handsome African-American guy named Roger Stephens, and had two daughters by him, Amelia and Nicole. Roger and I met while studying at Bridgewater State University, and fell in love. I thought we would be together fore...
This is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. Please be gentle. Have fun. *** "Get dressed. I expect to find you in a position appropriate for a little slut like you. Show me how horny you are. I'll be back in a few minutes." Marc's heart was rushing, he didn't have much time. He looked at the lingerie on the bed, took the black lace stockin...
9:30 AM: I awaken as I do every morning...to the soft sounds of classical music and my arms wrapped around my female sub, Sleepy. I don't like to sleep alone. I like to have someone to hold on to...to be my teddy bear...to squeeze and to cuddle. She is soft and warm and naked and I always seem to wake up with my hands clutching her tits or my head nestled be...
"Bring him out!" Gary Garrett quaked beneath a black hood. His hands were bound together behind his back by some kind of plastic tie. Who were they? Al Qaeda? ISIS? The IRA? Was the IRA even a thing anymore? What did they want with him? He was a nobody. He worked as a community manager for one of the smaller DoTA-type online games. The job didn't pay par...
Note from the author: This is a continuation of another story. Although it can be read on its own you might want to read the first one in order to get the entire picture if you haven’t already. Travis woke Saturday morning to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of water filling the bathtub. As he started to get out of bed, aching pain assaulted his...
Author's note: This is the revised version because I am human and did not see a lot of errors in the part one of this story after it posted. I combined the two parts into one, enjoy. * Meet forty-year-old Cindy. She stands five foot tall and is a petite raven-haired beauty with piercing blue eyes. She has a clean-shaven pussy and 38D tits, the envy of many...