Valerie's alarm went off at 6:00 with its usual beeping noise. Val's eyes opened to see the face of her lover up close and personal. She smiled at the face looking back at her. "Rise and shine, sleepy head. We have a date with a movie set." "Am I going with you, Mistress?" "Yes, I don't want to have to face Barry on my own. We'll pick up something for bre...
The Armoire Ch.08 -- A Gift For Sammy Watching Sylvia approach the airport bar, Tommy noticed that she had a swagger, a self confidence that she didn't display when he first met her and he allowed himself a little smile, realizing that he could take a little credit for that. He stood as she neared the table and they shared a friendly hug. She had already ca...
It is to be assumed that you have already read part 1. Everyone in this story is over 18. We awaited eagerly the arrival of our first clients at the Abadía, and were excited when a limousine bumped its way up the stony track, a uniformed chauffeuse opened a rear door, and out stepped an elegant lady, wearing an obviously authentic mink coat over a black t...
"Yes, Big Daddy, I think that is a wonderful idea. Does anyone need a new drink?" Stephanie turned her head to Reggie, then deliberately eyeballs his too-full beer, then down to her healthy, perfect breasts, then back to lock onto his eyes. Reggie followed her glance to realize the message here was he wasn't ready to be served yet and that it was in his be...
"You can undress here. He's waiting for you." It was the morning of the 26th. Catherine Ryan was on a flight back to SFO. Sarah and Sophie Scott had returned to their normal routines in Jersey City as Park Place Mailgirls One and Two. Ben O'Neill was likely getting ready for his own return to work in LA. And Erin Ryan O'Neill had been shipped, in a dog car...
The Anonymous Mistress Prologue: In case this is the first of my stories you've read, there are a few things I've skipped over in this story. I tend to write a story after almost all of my sessions with my toys. But I publish very few of them online. My name is Pepper Rodgers. I'm a 19-year-old Domme, living downtown Mobile, Alabama. I have a decently we...
Nissi We had actually done it. The walls and roof had been up for over a month, but I suppose it hadn't been real to me until this moment, as I stood in the open space of the northeast chamber of the greenhouse with the loamy scent of freshly-tilled soil in the air and a commercial-size bag of seeds at my feet. We were planting our first crop. This entire...
CHAPTER THIRTEEN "Hep ya there, young fella?" Fuzzy asked. I reached into my pocket first this time. I already knew that there were some coins there; I had felt them as I pushed through the doors. But I was deathly afraid that Wizen had done something stupid, like giving me an Eisenhower silver dollar. To my relief, the coin I pulled out was era-appropriat...
Chapter Three Pony Girls The slave was tired. It was well into the afternoon and she'd been suspended for several hours. The ben wah balls had stopped vibrating; their batteries exhausted. She missed the pleasure they'd provided, even though that was a torture as well; being aroused without orgasm. All her muscles ached now. She knew she wasn't being hurt,...
It was about midnight on a Saturday a week into the summer. Irena was lounging on her bed in a nightgown and re-reading Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire for the third time. Her long blue-black hair fell over her face, obscuring vibrant blue eyes, and she had to keep tossing her head to clear her vision. She had the pale, bookish look of a girl who tend...