Chapter 7: The First Fuck "AngNaveena chose well." Eesha ran a silken cloth over Mira's skin. They were standing at the edge of the bathing chamber, a round room that took up the bottom floor of one of the towers in the House of angNaveena. Mira's skin, now dry, was still warm from the pool, her pores open, her thousand-and-one erogenous areas---so adeptly...
Part II: Flying High This story follows on directly from Undercover Sandra awoke to the low hum of aeroplane engines feeling completely disorientated. Where was she? And how the hell did she get here? She rubbed her eyes, swollen from enforced sleep and tried to swallow. Her throat was sore and her head ached. As her eyes came into focus, she saw two famil...
It was mid-week and I was on my way to meet with Owen, one of my regular lovers. The only difference was we were not meeting at his flat as we normally did. This time, he asked me to meet him at his office and wanted a friend to join us. I wasn't sure if it was just a matter of convenience to meet there or if it was one of his fantasies, but either way I kne...
I was driving to the local market, when I saw a woman pushing a pram a block ahead of me. Tawny skin, dark hair, and a large, bouncing bottom that was struggling to free itself from her black trousers. I slowed down as I passed, to take a good look. My goodness, but her backside was moving. She wasn't particularly large ... plump, but not fat. As I drove b...
Storm was restless. Three days of sun, sea, sand and sex in Cyprus had left her hungry for more of the same, but it looked like Roger, her partner, was beginning to wilt. They had just had lunch in a charming little seaside village café, with a very good bottle of sparkling wine, and Storm, tired of her shapeless white t-shirt and baggy shorts, had made up...
Madame Debrune's House of Female Companionship "Laren, we've got a new girl coming to be tested this afternoon. She's from a village up north, somewhere around the Krennelow Mountains if I'm not mistaken. I want you to test her out and bring her and her bags to the empty room in the Red Hall if she's suitable. If not, she can help out in the kitchens tonigh...
It's true that life can throw you some curves, but how boring would it be if it were all straight lines? No, not all curves are bad. Take, for example, Tuesday, three weeks ago! I'm leaving my appointment, walking across the entrance plaza, heading for my car, checking the clock and figuring I've got time enough on my meter to stop for a coffee, when I beco...
Thanks again for your time and support. Votes and comments are always welcome! ***** I was poking through the freezer in the pantry - my turn to make lunch - when I came across a small cardboard box I didn't recognize. Unlabeled and plain white, it was heavy for its size. I took it into the kitchen where there would be better light and placed it on the c...
Chester was now subjected to a life of blissful humiliations and indignities, pressed home with rigorous and perpetual discipline by the plump and cruelly assertive Jenny. He'd never dreamed he'd be made to show his face in the community where each day he was reminded of the cutting shame that his exposure had brought him, but Jenny ensured he lived in that...
I picked up my mobile and dialled Neil's number. My pussy was tingling with excitement and anticipation, awaiting Neil to answer his phone. "Hi Suzi, how can I help?" Neil answered in a very chirpy cheerful tone. "Hi babe, just a call to see what you're up to tonight?" I said in an inquisitive tone. "I've got no plans at all sexy, do you have anything in...