It was my birthday, and I decided that I would call my girl Laura. Laura is a beautiful girl, slightly taller than average with light brown hair and pale skin. She has a perfect pair of breasts and an ass that makes all the men drool. It was early in the morning, and I went into detail about what I wanted, which is her to come over in something skimpy and s...
It has been said that "All is well that ends well" but who is it that determines what is "well"? A case in point: I find out that my wife is an unfaithful whore and I toss her out on her ass and I'm rid of her. It ended well for me right? Then how come I'm so fucking miserable? It started six months ago when I married my secretary. Hillary was hired by my d...
This story does NOT contain any sexual acts or indications, which is why it is appropriately placed in the "Non-Erotic" section. Please do not read it if you are expecting any. This is an emotional tale of a young woman who takes a journey back in time to learn the truth about her own beginnings, and gets a new outlook on things as a result. ---------------...
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When I woke, for a moment I had no idea where I was. The light was golden, there were no sounds but birds and maybe children playing, laughing. I seemed to be floating somewhere, and then it all came back -- St. Petersburg, the high-ceilinged bedroom in my new apartment, the big double window opening onto the courtyard, a little dusty playground, trees, grav...
Chapter One Hundred Eighty-One: Cactus Club Still having no idea what the plans were for the day, Alistair and I were up early, prepared to leave at a moment's notice, but we were the only ones. We had breakfast in the dining room, a buffet that was far more comfortable than the formal dinner had been, but aside from a handful of other guests, we were the...
My friend Jeff's wife Katie was about to graduate from law school, and they invited me to her graduation party. As far as I knew, Jeff would be the only one I knew there, but I didn't have anything else going on that weekend, so I figured I may as well. It turned out Jeff is friends with Carl, my mechanic, who brought chili. I occasionally experiment with di...
She stands puzzled under the shower nozzle. She looks up and her eyebrows knit together. This is Monday morning and she needs to get cleaned up, the postman should be here with her much anticipated letter. The thought that she has become addicted to her Monday letter as sure as a drug addict needs his fix briefly crosses her mind before she brushes it to the...
12th February 2013 I slept surprisingly well despite the prospect of finally meeting Sylvie. Her long promised photo had never materialised and I wondered what the significance of that was. Still, Morning Glory knew what day it was. I showered and shaved, selected my after shave, deodorized, flossed and scrubbed and looked into the mirror. A balding grey h...
I was on my knees in the living room, my hands secured to my ankles, my breasts being held up with a new push-up bra that was little more than a shelf, my ass barely covered by a piece of loose lace. I did not know what was up, just that I would do what my Master wished for me to do. I had arrived that day at the appointed time, 4 pm. Master had me prepare...