Throughout the day, Goddess had me give her access to everything. All my social media accounts, she set up her own thumbprint for my phone, gave her access to all my banking information, credit card information, handed over my credit cards to her, and gave her access to all of my shopping sites which have my information already saved. I put my full trust int...
Chapter Ten "The Vow and Portrait Ceremony" It would be a night to remember for the guest that were arriving at the manor and a night Martin would never forget. Martin sat in a comfortable chair with his hands on the arms, his legs crossed as he listened to Phoebe's questions. The only other person in the room was the photographer, who had already snappe...
Ted lay on his stomach, his erection pressing the Ikea blanket into the sands of Dewey Beach. Although the vacationing C.P.A. would have enjoyed resting on his back, this was impossible. First, he burned easily, unlike his sexy wife who was beautiful in her near beige tan around the string bikini. Ted looked over at Celeste, who had her beautiful little...
They called Dr.Tambellini, the head of Pulmonolgy at Buttermilk General "Tambo" the nickname of his youth,. He'd been called this when he'd played stoopball with his friends in the tenements of Angel's Alley, just a shade economically more prosperous than the denizens of the Buttermilk Narrows. Tambo was not pretentious; he considered much of his economica...
Kirsty Aitkens was once again contemplating if she and her husband Graham were crazy. What they had planned for tonight certainly wasn't normal behaviour for a married couple. A slow, measured breath steadied her nerve and she returned to her self-appointed task: driving her husband mad with lust. Adjusting her stance over the bathroom sink so her husband c...
Mrs Darcy was an imposing woman, beautiful and elegant, but strict and unsmiling. Dark hair and dark eyes. A hint of Irish in her accent at times. I had never met her before, but I recognised her from the TV. She had a recurring role as the vengeful ex-wife of the hero of a long-running period drama. She never smiled there either. She was standing behind me...
Chianti squatted happily over Jocelyn's perspiring face as the older woman strained to fully get her tongue in Chianti's asshole. "Faster, that's right, Jocelyn. You have to rim me in and out, up and down, there you go, and now to my cunt, hon." Jocelyn groaned and Chianti looked down, wincing slightly. Jocelyn was perhaps not Chianti's most enticing clien...
This is the first few chapters of this story. More to come soon, and there may be changes to these bits. Chapter 1 I saw her face light up as she took the handcuffs from the rack and turned them over in her hand. I said, "You look like you've used those before." She smiled. "They remind me of a boyfriend I had in college. I spent quite a few hours in...
Dear Shoeblossom: When my husband, who is owner and ringmaster of the Epic Circus, comes into our hotel room (We, thankfully, don't have to live in the circus trailers) I'm ready for him. He lays the whip down, and then it's my turn... "Strip it all off Apollo, my love! Now you'll get a nice thrashing....it's MY turn to use the whip!" Sometimes after th...
"Just that please." Ben mumbled as he nervously placed the steel chastity cage and padlock on the counter. He was on his way back from drinks with the football team and the elation of winning, combined with the alcohol had given him the courage to finally indulge one of his fantasies. Careful not to make too much eye contact, he glanced briefly at the wo...