The ladies could hear the slave scrambling around in the kitchen and judging from the number of banging pots and pans felt he must have been trying to be sure they were pleased. Barbara asked Laura, "So he really does do whatever you demand! I can't believe how quickly he bent over when told even though he had to know you were about to inflict a lot of pai...
I'm a fantasizing exhibitionist. Nothing excites me more than the thought of showing off my naked body in public places. I often daydream about parading around in the buff downtown during lunch hour or strolling nude through the mall on a Friday night, my fully exposed cock and balls swaying shamelessly to and fro as I sashay my naked, overweight, middle-age...
[For those of you who've never heard of a Chasti-Permalock (or the predecessor, the "Chastilock2000"), a bit of introduction is in order. Back in 1998, I was watching some infomercial (for lack of a better programme), and was struck by the uncanny way that one Barbie-dollish spokesmodel was hyping up a product as though it were the greatest thing since slice...
This is new for me; I'm going to write a story into the Black Dom POV. We'll see how it goes. I hope you enjoy and again, I can't please anyone but I know I've got lots of readers so thanks for your message. I really enjoy it and enjoy your recommendations and idea of how you would proceed with one story in particular. After this one, I'll stop creating new...
In the Burgundy Exercise Room, Esther, one among forty naked and perspiring calisthenticists, swung her arms up, gasping. She didn't want to get Master Specs's attention. How a weird little fuck like him worked for Mistress Arnell, Esther would never know. "Feet together, shoulders back, hands in front of your chest, Jumping Jacks let's go!" And they b...
Dr. Sara Jayne had returned to Earth after her recent expedition only to find all logs of her adventure gone. Her ship's computer had malfunctioned in the last week before returning to Earth and nothing but it's basic life support and impulse functions remained. Obviously, nobody believed her tale of the uncharted planet in which such peculiar sexual organis...
*Wakefulness is a race we cannot not win; Sleep is remorseless as all salvation should be* (Once more, to Frontma for coming through for me) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dr...
Sunday morning arrived and I couldn't help but think back to what Miss Ashley had said about seeing me Sunday. I finally decided to ask my wife about it. When I did so, she responded with a very large and sexy grin. I was then told that she had promised Ashley that she could observe and possibly take part in my weekly milking. I blanched at the thought. I wo...
AUTHOR NOTE: Hello, readers! This idea came from a dream, so it's a little bizarre. Sorry if this backstory chapter is boring and slightly disturbing. The story gets better later. They'll be freedom and sexy lesbian nymphs for all. My endings are always happy. -------- The north wind blew a chilling gust, laced with the remnants of winter. Sarielle hugged...
(Once more, thank you frontma for your editing) * *Pain is either not knowing what it is or forgetting what it was* (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) I was slumped down on the floor against the wall when an expensive pair of shoes came at...