It was a perfect day. The temperature out was in the high 70's to low 80's. Not to hot and not to cold. The sun was warm on my face. It just seemed like the most perfect day so far this spring. The two of us rode in his pickup truck, to his secret spot. As he called it. I was told it was a place down by the river and it was very private. He chose it for that...
Part One: The Watcher and Melody He'd been watching me for at least two years. I never knew which one of the 17 apartments in the building across the alley held my delicious admirer, and I sometimes stood in my window before beginning, looking closely at each one, wondering where he was. Who he was. What he looked like. The wondering added to the enticemen...
SET IN New Zealand. Not a lot of sex; a true romance. * CHAPTER 1 A tidal surge, not very high but loaded with power and breaking, snuck up behind the well-formed young woman looking upriver in mid-thigh deep water and flattened her. When Jess Turner regained her feet, spluttering, her bikini top was no more. Half dazed she walked from the water to hear t...
As I sit in my car, parked on the street, outside of the house I moved into as a newlywed all those years ago, I kept looking at the familiar faded paint and rusty railing. I turned the DVD in my lap over and over. Through the clear jewel case I could see the words Theresa Takes Twenty written in black marker. I can't believe that on that silver disk is a mo...
(This story was written for a friend to show her how cruel Masters can be. An effort to express that at times some may be abusive and disrespectful. This tale is purely fictional, any similarity to people living or dead is coincidental. Feel free to leave comments not only about the content, but also about the style and flow of the story.) * He sat quietl...
At 7:00pm you arrived in my room. You were fully dressed and looking very good. I sat you down and did your make-up and hair. Since your original wig was still splattered with cum I picked you out a different one. Similar in style but brunette. You looked like a totally different whore. "We are going to have company tonight, slut. You will greet our guests...
Chapter 2 to the previous story, I'd suggest reading it for the background. I always enjoy hearing comments, and would like to thank a fallenangelslut, who gave me the idea. After coming out of the bathroom from fixing her make up and hair Holly was walking down the stairs and on top of the staircase she overlooked the large living room. She saw every i...
We meet at the designated time, 10 pm, in the hallway leading to our "playroom". "Oh daddy, you look so handsome", I gush upon seeing you. "You have chosen the perfect outfit for this evening." Grey cutaway tailcoat, ivory waistcoat, cravat, black pinstriped trousers. "And you my pretty pet, look ravishing. What do you call this look? Steampunk Saloon girl...
Here is the on-line report you ordered me to give... Our meeting started off bad and just got worse. All day your worthless little slut was anxious and nervous that everything should be perfect for my meeting with my future master. When I woke up at 8.00am (45 minutes late I may add) I was rushing to catch up and spilt black coffee over the very white semi...
On a beautiful spring morning turned quiet afternoon, becca stood all alone in her apartment's kitchen at the sink washing zucchini, squash, and cucumbers for a dinner salad. She heard a slight noise upstairs, but chalked it up to the cats wrestling. With the water running, she failed to hear the light footsteps behind her. Suddenly an arm wrapped around he...