This is a fictional story. If you are not an adult, please leave right now. If you're an adult, then I would say this story contains female domination. If it is not your taste then kindly move on. I would like you people to comment on the text here. Criticism is welcome though only constructive criticism. Any tips or suggestion on grammar, plot and character...
Chapter 6. Fiona leaned forward on the sofa and pointed the remote at the television. The room went silent. Peter sat on the floor his hand on Fiona's knees looking up at her quietly. "That is quite enough of that rubbish" she remarked, handing the remote to her husband and uncrossing her legs. "I know it is hard darling, believe me I really do. But this...
Dear Shoeblossom: My name's Noelle. I was just reading "LETTER FROM BOSTON"...That dopey rich boy Franz the Fool wrote you about how I was his Candy Striper, when he was in the hospital in four cast traction...and how I teased his cock and balls, and beat the crap out of him...and made him suck off my gay cousin! God, it brings it all back! Truth be told,...
Dave awoke with a start. Something seemed somehow different. His hand was drawn to his penis and there he felt it. ... At breakfast, Denise smiled at him. I'm really pleased with you Dave. You look so nice in your undershirt and boxer briefs, eating your breakfast, drinking your coffee. Richard left early for work, its just you and I. Denise, why the cha...
Martin walked down the hallway at a brisk pace. Walking with a bit of exaggerated hip movement and fingers out palms down, just in case somebody was monitoring him. He had adapted quickly to walking this way and had found it not too difficult since his daily treadmill walks were done the same way. The walk was cute for others to watch, but Martin felt silly...
Three weeks. It had been a long three weeks for Michael since his last orgasm. Since Domina had strapped him to the bed, teased and milked him to an intense orgasm. She'd eased the thick prostate massager into his tight ass and used it to heighten his arousal. Smiling as his cock throbbed and dripped, while she played with only his nipples and his ass, teasi...
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...
India smiled at the young couple. She loved seeing clients in this office. It seemed so cozy and the clients could cuddle while talking to her... It was a great couch. Reed looked a bit tense, but it had been months since he'd been out of his thing...of course when India thought of her husband and how long he had been in a tube, it didn't really give her mu...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
When I started this journey, all those weeks ago, I stated that I had no intention of locking my husband in a chastity device, no intention of caning or spanking him, and so on. Well, it hasn't turned out like that, and for the most part, hubby has been accepting of our changed roles, and of his loss of control over his life. His acceptance came to an abrup...