Oct. 29, Mon Belle Fleur: Act III, Scene I Gwen: Merci beaucoup, monsieur! Zat ez one of my 'avorite 'ibrators! I zust adores zee 'ibrating wabbeet! The 'ibrator, I mean "vibrator," is pink with a row of pearl beads near the base. Jutting up like a hook is the so called "rabbit:" a soft piece of rubber split in two that, if nestled in my nether region ju...
Dedicated to Harddaysknight—he'll probably get it, even if no one else does. ***** Ellen rolled over, feeling the morning sunlight on her face even though her eyes stayed closed. She snuggled up closer behind Dave, enjoying his warmth. She'd drunk quite a lot the night before—her mouth was as dry as Death Valley, and she needed to pee something fierce. But...
Lilian was by now desperate for release; to have the orgasm that Beth had strictly forbidden her to have. She had heard Melina's shrieks of pain and pleasure as Beth had taught her a lesson for disobeying orders. As well as listening to Melina, Lilian had been recounting some of her lesbian exploits with WWE Divas and fans of WWE. She had been left with a de...
Sarah had been emailing and communicating with someone for over a year, when finally she plucked up her courage, and asked if she could go out to meet him, to live the life they had been discussing and role-playing for more than a year. She was extremely nervous, especially when she finally admitted to herself that if he offered to put her into a puppy suit,...
I returned home from work somewhat tired, thankful that the weekend had finally begun. As I stepped from the attached garage into the kitchen, I was greeted with the scent of freshly-grilled chicken and the sight of My beautiful young slave kneeling just to the left of the door, looking up at Me with love-filled eyes as she wore only a collar and a smile. As...
Sitting on his throne, the Great King of All The Arabs sighed. Yet another dreary day on a throne which he seldom felt like occupying. The King wasn't young. At sixty one years old, he still carried himself like an emissary of the fearsome Arabian warrior and prophet whose devoted followers his ancestors once were. Tall and somewhat chubby, with dark bronze...
I'm not sure exactly why I'm telling you this... I mean, I'm odd, you know that, if I wasn't I wouldn't be talking to you. Well sure, I'd talk to you otherwise, but not under these circumstances. No, no... I do consider you a friend, a damn good friend, it's just... well, I don't really talk about this with anyone. I haven't talked about this with anyone ot...
Alright, starting this chapter, I'll assume you've read through the previous ones. Some of the chapters might work as standalones, but I won't be going out of my way for that. Comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules, go! ***** Gotham City at night was a grim place, even during the periods where it wasn't ruled by supervillains. Those streetlamps that...
Kisha waited three hours before going back into the room. She took a moment to study Jason's body. "Changed your mine any?" He was visibly fuming and shook in the harness as she entered. "You said I'd only be hanging here for two hours! You lied to me!" "You will learn that I don't lie. I am here to train you. I thought an extra hour appropriate." He glar...
"Dance, bitch dance." She was scary looking, her eyes bulging, nostrils flaring and she kept licking her lips. I wasn't sure if they were dry or if she just wanted to eat me. But it really didn't matter, since the worst thing was that she had her finger pointed at my junk -- her fucking black nail painted finger -- and I hate black nails, on feet, on fingers...