Paris: 1548 All things considered, Sylvie felt herself extremely fortunate. Not many women who earned their livelihood in a Paris brothel could say this, but Madam Diane ran an uncommon establishment, and considering the alternatives, Sylvie was grateful to have secured a place with her. Many Paris brothels catered to unusual tastes, but Sylvie knew, from m...
I heard about the play from a friend. I had done some acting before, but I was no professional. This was amateur theater. You didn't get paid. Everyone volunteered. It was a lot of fun, though, and you sometimes even got to work with people who really had talent. I drove downtown to the theater one evening. It was a small theater, an old bank building, I th...
I had broken up with my girlfriend over the past several months. She was a good friend but couldn't reciprocate the love I felt and so felt that we should end most aspects of our relationship. She had kids, a bit spoiled, but generally good and fun to be around. Extricating myself was going to be a slow process, and I would probably end up an 'uncle' to them...
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I remember that night I drove myself home from work after getting her phone call filled with humiliating demands and insinuations. I was in an absolute panic. I had no idea if Mistress Sally was serious about all of this, or if she was just playing elaborate games with me. But I honestly feared the worst, and my fears were realized as I pulled into my drivew...
"I'm really excited about this class -- I want to learn all I can about needle play," S said. I sat behind the wheel next to a woman I barely knew. We were driving back to my place from a night out. I listened carefully as she told me about drawing blood from a consenting masochist, the details bringing a flush to my face I hoped the darkness concealed. I...
The weekend was fast approaching, and I was starting to feel excited. I had booked a room in a motel in a city two hours drive away from my home town. Up until now my sir and I had only met in the company of others, others issues had often detracted from the play, but this weekend he was going to meet me on my own for the first time. Instead of having to sha...
The ladies were sitting in the corner of the Golf Club lounge like three wise monkeys, huddled nonchalantly over their drinks, disinterestedly divining the sexual prowess of every male member along the bar, making crude asides that brought irregular loud chuckles from the group. Too young to be grandmothers and too old to be debutantes, they were at that wo...
By Wednesday I'm done with the paperwork Bruce had given me, so now I have two full days left with nothing to worry about. It's amazing what you can get done with uninterrupted time. The best part is I get to go to Tina's opening night. An interesting fact about the play: Tina wrote it! I knew my daughter was talented, but she'd never mentioned the writing c...
I come from the bedroom dressed in nothing but one of your white t-shirts. It's barely long enough to cover my smooth wet pussy. your sitting on the couch and I climb onto your lap and straddle you. You want to kiss my soft lips and grab my tight little ass, but I push your hands down and tell you no touching. I pull the shirt up over my head and put it ar...