'CRISIS' DAY FIFTEEN 'dEr Steph, SBTA not 2 hav texted U soonR. Bad signal whr we R living nw. Chris & I hav Bin so BY since we muvD. bt we R havN a gr8 tym jst az we hOpD so don't wori bout us. Hs nu job iz goin rly weL. I'm writiN DIS n a real rush. GIV my luv 2 d gang. I'll txt agen s%n. luv Jane xoxo' Jane looked up at her Master for permission. He n...
Over the rest of the summer, Philip's thoughts were constantly in Toronto, and Margot was doing everything she could to build up the anticipation. First she texted him a photo that looked professionally taken, a boudoir shot of her and Emily in frilly lingerie, sitting on a bed making come-hither eyes at the camera. When he texted back the simple word "beau...
This story continues on from "Scott Becomes A Sex Slave" in which Scott applied to become a submissive whore. Now he has to be trained by Victoria. This chapter works as a stand-alone story. * As soon as Victoria closed the door, she turned to Scott and said, "Strip and put on this collar." He did as he was told. With some reluctance he took off his knick...
"What sort of arrangement do you and your wife have, Jim?" said Janine, threading her arm through mine as if we were old family friends in need of extra warmth. In fact, we were acquaintances of less than two hours' standing, now trudging through the bitter cold of a New Year's Eve. The others had just parted from us, carrying on in their walk up to the Crag...
For the rest of that night and into the early hours of the morning they continued to make love, until finally, exhausted they fell asleep in each other's arms. After a time Allen woke. His mind was in turmoil, he just couldn't believe he allowed his wife to let another man have her. Now he must face the possible consequences – would she now drop her knicker...
Joanne quickly unhooked her bra and whipped her knickers off before diving, completely naked, under the duvet; she snuggled up to her husband, one arm across his chest and a leg across his. Steve lay on his back, eyes closed; she knew, given the amount he had drunk tonight, that he would soon be snoring softly but she was determined to make the most of an ev...
I was hardly inside the flat and certainly the door wasn't shut behind me when: we were in each others arms, our mouths were clamped, our hands were all over the other's body and our tongues were deep in the other's throats. We were frantically tearing at each other's clothes. He pulled my ridiculously short, denim micro skirt up round my waist, I fumbled th...
Growing up as I did, the only daughter of fairly devout, middle class parents in Belfast, it was hardly surprising that I hadn't had much time for boys. I was curious of course, especially since quite a number of my friends and many other girls at school, of about my age were already sexually active but I'd been brought up to believe that sex outside marriag...
(Synopsis: Russet Thompson is an architect and designer sent to spend several days touring the Harem of an eastern Pasha to get ideas for a new attraction at Ultima Resorts. Sir Adrian Calendar, the Prince’s personal secretary, shows her around, and offers her a ‘deal.’ Having seduced her into mutual oral sex, Adrian talks Russet into going to the souks (mar...
Matt Nameless ate cereal when his wife Carol Coleman entered the room. He looked up & smiled to see her looking all-professional in a black skirt suit. "Looking good," he said. "Will it do, do you think?" she asked, straightening her black jacket. Her luxuriant blonde hair was short with left side bangs. He was shirtless & wore gray sweatpants. "Totall...