10th July Pussy work We had gone for a run about 5 which felt good and again turned a lot of heads as we all just wore sports bras and thong sports pants. There was an outdoor gym which we used at the end of the run, both to keep those Viking bodies toned and for Alex's strange new philanthropy of turning on the holidaying dykes. We got an appreciative rou...
This is the thirty-seventh episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alte...
"We should be marching East, not West" King Trogar said for probably the hundredth time that day. "If we move quickly we can still hunt down that treacherous fuck, Markoz, and capture his bitch princess." Trogar looked older than the last time she had seen him, but none the worse for wear after his captivity, but then it hadn't been a particularly onerous on...
On the morning of February, the 1st, Mrs. Canalis announced that she had planned an amazing day for me. She refused to share any of the details for my "amazing day' with me and instead handed me over to one of the maids so that I could be properly prepared. I soon discovered that preparing me meant the maid brushing my teeth, giving me an enema, washing me...
Bibi Blocksberg die große Hexe kann so manches wovon ihr träumt, und sie wird euch immer bumsen, denn sie ist euer bester Freund! Bibi Blocksberg du große Hexe komm und zeig uns was du kannst! Wir mögen deine Streiche, wie du hext, wie du lachst, wie du fickst! Bibi, eigentlich Brigitte, Blocksberg war vor kurzem 18 Jahre alt geworden. Und wie alle 18-jähri...
December 17, 2028, Sunday afternoon I loaded my suitcase and garment bag in the Jeep, then went back inside. Ginger and I stood in her living room, looking at each other and holding both hands. When Ginger glanced over at her living room window, this fifty-three-year-old woman began a girlish giggle and I followed suit. "I can't believe we did that!" she sa...
Ich heiße Brigitte, 22, Polizeimeisterin und habe lange blonde Haare, im Dienst zu einem Pferdeschwanz zusammen gebunden, leuchtend blaue Augen, laut Anderen bin ich sehr hübsch. Mein Busen ist fest und nicht zu groß, ich habe eine Wespentaille, einen knackigen Po und sehr lange, schlanke Beine; meine 56 kg verteilen sich auf 1,76. An jenem heißen Sommertag...
"Nice and neat upon her seat, with sensible shoes upon her feet..." Thus went the chant inside Gavin's head. His inner voice played out this rhyme nearly every day as he watched the woman now seated diagonally across from him. Every day that he chose to ride the bus home from campus he'd enter an almost filled bus. There was always only one vacant seat; the...
It was one of the most elaborate costume parties she'd ever been invited to and it made her nervous in ways she hadn't felt since junior high. She was no stranger to costume parties, elegance, "foofaraw." But this was, as her bombastic friend Shaniquah would say, "a whole notha level." Shanie had flown out from Atlanta to meet her just for this; she thought...
All characters portrayed are over the age of eighteen. Conditions of demeanor need not be implied or questioned -- no pregnancy, STD or acts against consent are written about. Please enjoy and, as always, constructive criticism is welcome. This is a continuation from a previous series -- "He Was Always There." If you've not read it please give the series a...