Dear Shoeblossom, I am just an ex-cocktail waitress who married a troubled but worthwhile guy. Mom always told me to find someone classy like a dentist or a Buick dealer. "Mariah, it's as easy to fall in love with a rich guy as a broke guy." But I fell for Raymond Withers, Jr. hard, and I married him right before he went to Vietnam. Still, as in all marria...
Author Note: The continuing adventures of an orgasm-challenged girl who is having fun, but still seeks more. ==================================== I was in my real chastity belt now...and loving it more than I thought and hating it more than I could imagine. The belt was the same as princess' only in gold tone, not silver stainless -- otherwise EXACTLY the...
Sometime in the morning I woke up with Jess on top of me giving me a good morning kiss. 'Wakey wakey sleepy head!' she said with a huge smile. I grinned back, it was a nice way to be woken and she looked as gorgeous as ever in her red silk chemise. I started to get aroused but my penis was always going to lose the fight against the chastity belt. I grimac...
May came and left quickly with the change of the weather. The sun grew stronger daily, and Sara's punishment less severe. The routine was pretty much the same. Sara still wore her chastity belt every day with the exceptions of about an hour in the morning and a few hours in the evening. In the mornings, like clockwork, Sara would meet Rick at the doorway as...
Abigail Morgan wants to die. Quite literally: she wants to die. Abi is in pain: her legs and thighs hurt and her bottom hurts. She cannot so much as turn over in bed without pain searing though her. And she is frightened. The looks she has received from girls such as Donna May and Ruth Bowers have left her in no doubt: sooner or later another ordeal is comi...
Prologue The breeze that came in from the Atlantic ocean did not do much to quell the baking sun on the beach of Marabogo. The small island laid approximately one hundred miles of the coast of Namibia, Africa. John Morton and Henry Larsen sat on the beach in their sunbathing chairs looking at all the skimpily clad women and ripped black men. Both men were...
Carl got to the wine bar about ten minutes late, fortunately he arrived just before Chastity. One thing that he felt never looked good was making a lady wait especially on a first date. The date started a little awkwardly, as most dates do but this one was because Chastity couldn't remember what Carl looked like at all. Luckily for her, Carl more than made u...
Once there was a miller who, like most men of his time period, was prone to view his wife and daughter as property, and so the womenfolk of his household, free-spirited though they were, felt themselves to be objects for his amusement. It was also important for this man that his incredibly sexy daughter, Maria, be a virgin, as if the lining that kept her vag...
Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held...
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...