"Naama, could I speak with you for a minute please?" The High Priestess stood aside to let Naama enter her chamber. "Sit, please." Naama did so, back straight, eyes slightly widened in concern, hands folded in her lap. "You're not in trouble, Naama, don't look so frightened. I just need your help with one of the girls," the High Priestess said, sitting gra...
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Suggar daddy contract The following is a contract that I developed for myself, hoping that one day I would find someone who is daring enough to sign it with me. Possibly it is an inspiration for all writers of domination, submission, sugar daddy or slave stories. Or it might even inspire you to find someone that you would want to sign this contract for?...
I woke up this morning super-horny for some reason. Oh, that reason is: I am horny a lot! After showering, taking time to shave my legs and trim my pubic hair, I put on some pretty-smelling lotion, making sure to massage my breasts, turning my nipples hard.What's next? Finger myself Choose a 'foreign' object :) What's next? Finger myself Choose...
Across the nation, men and women of all ages (over 18) are surprised to find parcels left where they specifically would find them. I.E., on their desks, in their backpacks, under their beds while they happen to be looking for other things... The packages were nondescript black boxes, labeled with nothing but the name of their recipients, and inside was a tab...
I had trouble relaxing in the bathroom. I couldn't decide whether to shower or have a bath. Then I figured a bath would take longer and I knew I had an hour to wait. I just stood there, naked, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked spent. My hair was pressed down and sweaty from the hood. I trembled a little. It was cool in the bathroom and my nipples tig...
It's 2am and I'm pulling up in this driveway again. I silently ask myself if it was worth it, all the secrecy and shame, just to enjoy a few fleeting moments of happiness. To feel like this, so used and so broken now, it never is. I still want to cry, but he's made his choice. He doesn't choose me. So, I choose B. Tonight. Slowly walking up the path, I can...
I have been around for a long time and I have enjoyed watching the religious right wing zealots slowly lose their choke hold on individual freedoms. From the dark days of the fifties where you couldn't even say pregnant or show a toilet on TV to the present where you might even get the chance to see bare bosoms (even if only after ten PM) we have made great...
My appearance and weight seem to matter to a lot of people. I am tall and beautifully worn in by the den holding me captive. Sometimes I think I am old, perhaps because of the way I sound. A small difference in the way I move, and in the way I feel, forces me to consider the time I have kept. Perhaps that's why I now sleep for most days? I am dressed to mat...
A few years back, I had to take one of those week-long business seminars where everyone pretends to be awake through day after day of training exercises that look great on paper but never seem to work when you return to the real world. As is the tradition, our first day began with an icebreaker. In this case, it was to list four true facts about yourself and...