The second chapter of The Dutch Mistress continues the story of my enslavement by the two friends Arianne de Vries, a Dutch businesswoman and her friend and lover, the beautiful young French brunette Sapphira Delatoise. The women aim to achieve a Total Power Exchange, by whatever means necessary... *** From the position in which I had been placed, balanced...
Sometimes. It was near dawn when she saw him that night. She hadn't looked to see him since her mind was restlessly engaged in the day-to-day pre-occupations that seemed to fill her every living moment at that time. She was staring out of the window at the water pooled on the cobbled streets, wondering when the next rainstorm would rattle against the thin p...
Author/s note A quick reminder. Amanda and her friends, having just finished school, are, of course, eighteen years old. * Jim had plenty to do before the afternoon rush, he had, after all, been way from the stables all day and this meant that he was still dashing around trying to get things ready when the first girls arrived. After that it was the usual...
“She what? I don’t believe it!” Jim shouted at the producer. “What are we going to do now?” The weekend had passed too slowly for him, but now he finally found himself where he had been craving to be… the set on the beach. All around him, women of all shapes and sizes strolled along the sand, their tanned skin turning gold in the sunlight. He had spent his e...
"Taking it up the ass is not about being gay, Slut. It's all about being submissive. When I tell you to shove your ass in the air and spread your legs, I'm not questioning your sexual orientation. I'm reminding you that you are my property now and that I don't need your permission to use what belongs to me. Like it or not, what I put in your asshole is up to...
Hello! I have written many things, but a steamy ghost story isn't one. This is a work in progress, so it will not be perfectly polished. Please leave constructive and polite feedback. Not intended for those under 18, any similarity to real life persons is an accident, and don't steal my work. Enjoy! PS: The first few chapters will have no sex, so if you wan...
Amanda and Adam returned to Selby Bluff in mid-July for the cotton harvesting. That entailed very early starts at daybreak, long days and late finishes at dark; a work pattern that neither were at all used to. The crop was satisfactory in overall volume, but the yield per acre was low, the lowest it had ever been. Most plantation owners attributed this to th...
Amanda and Adam returned to Selby Bluff in mid-July for the cotton harvesting. That entailed very early starts at daybreak, long days and late finishes at dark; a work pattern that neither were at all used to. The crop was satisfactory in overall volume, but the yield per acre was low, the lowest it had ever been. Most plantation owners attributed this to th...
"Is this our man?" Isaac squatted in front of the body, his elbows resting on his knees, cellphone wedged firmly between his ear and shoulder. He gazed into the dark, cavernous openings where the girl's eyes used to be. There was something calming, soothing about the emptiness. The glare of two suns bathed the beach in a brilliant, sparkling light. One bea...
Grabbing his basket of folded clothes, John was about to leave the area Laundromat when a late-comer entered. He froze. It was her, his 'laundry girl'. A brunette that had been here the last couple of times he'd come to do wash. Before she could see him, he took his basket of clean clothes and dumped it back into the washing machine and started it up. Sl...