Chapter Four. She'd left a clean house -- bedrooms, kitchen, and living room. She'd put everything in its proper place, the dishwasher filled with clean glassware and cups and plates, the dryer with clean laundry. He had no memory of her doing this; he must have fallen asleep after gushing down her throat, right there on the sofa. Or he must have fainted fr...
Note from the Author I would like to take a moment to thank everyone that has been reading along with Abby's adventures. All of the comments, and private messages, have been really encouraging. Please don't hesitate to comment or send me a mail. I always try and respond to each of them. I am sorry that it has taken so long to get this chapter out, sometim...
I have a whole series of these stories written. They all revolve around Tucker Sims and his studio. Most of them work as stand alone stories, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. They are all fairly short, easy reads. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over...
True to her name, my wife Dixie is all Southern girl. Having been brought up near Atlanta, she speaks with that cute/sexy accent. Dixie is a sweet as the tea she drinks. She has lovely smooth curves, unlike the skinny California girls I grew up with. She is also shy about our making love, keeping all references in the bedroom "where they belong." As she beco...
Stephanie and I have been falling into a routine. She comes by once or twice a week and gets edged by the machine. She usually follows that up by giving me a blow job. Although, once, when I was particularly horny, she put me in the machine and set the program to edge me for 75 - 90 minutes. That session lasted for 86 minutes and was the longest I've ever go...
You slowly awaken, your hips rocking reflexively as your body instinctually remembers the events of last night. Remembering how I teased and tickled you, played your body like a violin and brought you within a hair's breadth of the edge before cruelly denying you. You shift your hips on the bed, moaning tiredly. You can still feel my lips on your slit, my to...
One or two of the women gasped but there was mostly appreciative laughter as they entered the room. "WELLLL NOW..." exclaimed Andrea with her thin eyebrows cocked, "Haha, oh my god..." Rebecca managed, as one of the more shocked onlookers "As you all know, when I want to try something, I do it," Madame explained, very matter-of-factly. A large couch gave...
Author's Note: The story below is 100% real. This series is intended to document my journey into submission at the direction of Miss Gia. All participants and activities described below are real. Much of the writing involves the psychological aspects of submission from the perspective of the sub, not just the physical interaction. If you are looking for an u...
Fillmore Phelps yawned as he waited for Dr. Bigelow's chesty receptionist to call him. Fillmore had been seeing the orthodontist for four years now, and now, at twenty-one years old he was finally he was getting those god dam braces off Hey...he could finally eat an apple. Fillmore looked around on the table for something to read. Yeah. Good, something oth...
They were finally home again. She had taken the harness off from him, leaving only the collar on his naked body. His fairly defined muscles, toned so perfectly, and his face, all too worthy. She knew he had finally submitted, and there was no going back. Though every time she ran her hand through his hair, she felt his muscles tense. She left him alone in t...