"I can do this, I can do this." I sat in my car and softly mumbled to myself, fidgeting in my seat. I sucked anxiously at my lower lip, thumbing through my old text messages. I scrolled through the text messages from the last 24 hours between me and Katie. Katie: (22:47) u made it thru wave 2 but I still think ur too weak to be an Alpha PhiMe: (22:49) I'm...
You open the door to find the house quiet for once. This is of concern to you, first because it’s your birthday, and I was around that morning, hopelessly chipper, and secondly because you know I am rarely quiet without a ballgag in my mouth. Glancing around, you’re relieved to see my coat still on the hook, so I’m here… just very, very quiet… Cautiously, y...
January 5th, I'm going crazy! I don't know which is worse, the desire for a nice baked potato with cheese and bacon (omg, bacon) or the desire to rub myself into oblivion. So it turns out that this little one rub per night thing is not even close to enough. When I touch myself it is great, but as soon as I cum I want (I NEED) to cum again and again. I need...
I have just had one of the most erotic, stimulating and satisfying afternoons of my life. I logged onto my various messengers, and on MSN, a message came up from Kurt, and my pulse started to race, because this is the first time that we had ever chatted in real time. We have been teasing each other for months through private messages, so now I was very nerv...
MISTRESS DAKOTA Why had Dakota married Claymore? He was such a nebbish, homely while she was beautiful, and very average-mind wise. And he said the stupidest things. Dakota met Claymore when he was a clerk at her father's car-rental franchise. Unlike the rich men and playboys who picked hot little "Koti" up in their sports cars, Claymore was a lifer as...
(Author's note: This chapter may be enjoyed on its own, however I suggest reading the previous chapters to get the fullest meaning of the story.) ***** Suzie and I were in front row seats with our good friends Bob and Julie, waiting for the entertainment to start at The Mill Club's 2nd Annual Gala. The raised stage, which had been built for this event, w...
This is a continuation of Eric's Parting Gift. It may make sense without reading that story, but I recommend reading the first story first. The characters in this story are fictional. Some of the events and places are as real as my memory can have them be. * I looked at the clock and realized we needed to be out of the house in ten minutes in order to be a...
Strolling through the empty house, lights all turned off the sunlight streaming in the windows like a nymph playing Nimira is restless. A longing thrums in her veins as she struggles for something to occupy her time while Master is away. Dishes are cleaned, the house as He likes it. She aches but for what she cannot place a finger upon it. Sighing softly sh...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. * * * * * The taxi pulled over to the curb to let Victor out. He paid his fare and went into the multistory office building. The security guard notified Patty that her visitor was in the lobby. She t...
Mr. Bear lay panting under me, each of his breaths puffing against my pleasure-dampened crotch. My own orgasm had been fairly intense, but not as much as his, I was pretty sure. Glancing down at his chest, I noted the ropes and puddles of creamy white semen staining his chest. Some of it had been rubbed raggedly over his nearly hairless chest, from where I'd...