********** A story written by my slut to remind us about the nature of the relationship. ********** The Master had decided a few weeks previously that things had slipped slightly lately. His slut had become lax in her submission to him. It was partly his fault, after all life had been busy, but that didn't excuse her. So the Master decided that she need...
Humphrey sat on a stool in the kitchen looking at a grease covered book of crosswords. The pencil laid nearby, untouched for the better part of an hour. First night of quiet in weeks, he thought. First day of feeling like my old self, too. His head ached, and he wanted a drink. A deep fatigue pulled at every cell in his body, urging him to stay seated or eve...
[Author's Note: This is the beginning of this relationship, things may start off somewhat slowly but will intensify as things progress. Feel free to include comments/suggestions/requests as I'm always looking for inspiration. Enjoy.] -MRF ************************** Chapter One I work as an independent contractor, usually from the comfort of my own home....
For the tenth time Judy patiently explained to her husband Ben why she no longer wished to visit the Community Centre; emphasising her feeling of annoyance at how the committee continually took advantage of her goodwill, taking her for granted. "Don't you miss seeing your new friends?" Ben asked, "Don't you miss the fun?" Judy knew he was fishing; she had...
The short boat ride to the snorkeling site gave the eight couples a chance to don their fins and masks while chatting about the accommodations and activities at the idyllic resort. Last night's reception allowed them to make initial acquaintances and the atmosphere, though totally welcoming, was charged with tension; naked bodies lit by candlelight could nev...
CH. 6: TAKE YER' WHIPPING LIKE A SHAMED SLUT, SPOILT PRINCESS! "So you are the High'n Mighty, hoity -- toity Princess, huh????!!!! Not so hoity--toity now are we, highness??" His angry sarcasm was punctuated by furious swats on the black'n blue Blue-Blooded Bottom: Smack! Slap! Slash!!! OWWWWW! MERCEEE! I'll do anything, pleeeeeze STOP OWWWWW!!!! She wa...
***This story is purely fiction. It was written at the request of a dear reader who was off in a remote part of the world... He likes blow jobs, large breasts and super shiny black hair pulled into a bun...xo K, enjoy :)*** It was an old library, about to be closed down for renovations , an echoy palace of knowledge with mahogany stacks and marble floors. ....
Friday, fall in the air, finally Dearest Yesterday's letter was hard, though I am committed to telling you, as I never have, my side of our story. When you come home, will you please tell me yours? We can then laugh and cry at how our same story differs. Our misperceptions, misreadings, misunderstandings. And then it will be our story too. I want nothing...
*The fictional story of an everyday mature white woman who wants to feel really sexually alive for the first time before it gets too late as told by the one who she eventually turns to for help. Her first and most likely last Lover. A Black Man. CHAPTER 05 - TIME TO CUM CLEAN "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it" or so the old saying and t...
As soon as Missy entered her apartment she lifted her skirt and ran her fingers over the front of her panties- extending them downward to cup her Venus Mound and the front of her pussy. Her panties were everyday cotton but the fabric was thin enough to reveal the smoothness of the newly waxed skin below rather than the unevenness of the hair to which she'd b...