"Mark..." He was in a pit, a pit of invisible fire and blades and pain. Over and over he felt himself die. "Mark... can you hear My voice?" He thought he was imagining things- nothing spoke here, it was all darkness. "Mark, do you still wish for the life that was taken from you?" He nodded his assent, then curled up as he was lashed with crippling agon...
PROLOGUE I lie here in this incredibly soft and cushioned California King Bed, draped by navy blue silk sheets in a room illuminated only by the dim glow of scented candles. The blended aroma of lavender and jasmine fills the warm air, but despite the pleasant, therapeutic scent, I am hardly relaxed. The sound of my shallow breathing fills my ears, and i...
Nurse Carrie is a 32 year old nurse that works at a local hospital in Punta Gorda called Bayfront. She stands about 5 ft 5 weighs about 130 pounds and has nice D size tits with her left tit having a tattoo extend to it. She has a gorgeous body and loves to expose it. She frequently wears loose fitting scrubs and bends over her patients or when she helps the...
All characters in this story are age 18 or older. * Life as a sex worker, even a very well-paid one, is less than Joe Average might think. Fucking women, day in, day out, might seem like a fun way to earn a living. The truth is it has its drawbacks. Ever kiss someone with bad breath? Have sex with someone when they're too drunk to fully realize what's hap...
It was 4pm and her honey would be home any minute. She couldn't wait for him to see what she had in store for their night. Dressed to kill in a plaid mini skirt with black fish net stockings, white button down shirt with a to kill for black bra from Lane Bryant to fully enclose her supple size H breasts, make up done up just right with dark eye shadow and br...
Mmm - that precum makes a little wet spot on your pants. Be careful, the office will wonder why you never stand up anymore... Or maybe it's the erection that strains through your pants all afternoon as you think about our lavish sex this morning. The air in your office still has a hint of musk, or maybe that's the aroma from my panties in your drawer. Spea...
Hi, there. My name is Patricia Saint Guillaume and I'm a young black chick living in the Back Bay neighborhood of the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm twenty years old, standing five feet ten inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is dark brown, my body is thick, my hips are wide and my butt is simply huge. I guess you could say tha...
The venture had started off so well. The party had left with plenty of provisions, torches and rope. Their weapons were honed to a gleaming edge, matched only by their wit. They were a well-rounded group, with a doctor, a cook, men at arms, and more. But like so many other ventures Baulder had volunteered for, it had all gone wrong in a blink. They had met...
Things were going better then he had ever imagined they would. Even with the early signs, he had estimated it would take years for her to reach a level where she could be left in his quarters unmonitored. Yet now, only six months since he first saw her, she was able to move about the ship with only basic restrictions. She had to wear a hooded robe when ever...
It took her six months to convince me. As she said, "A few little encounters to help us enjoy our sex life even more. What she meant was she wanted us to join her older sister, Rita, and Rita's play mates in game of selection. Selection meaning the women would select the man that would take her home and spend the night. You know sexual swinging. I was opp...