The punishment and denial on the beach had exhausted my slave and we had gone back to the room to relax. He was glad to be in a private space where no one could see the evidence of how much he had endured. "My ass hurts Mistress," he said. "My balls ache, please let me empty them." I could see all of the veins running the length of his rigid cock. The tip...
This is a short one and most of you are going to be angry I finished it where I did. It's told from the mind of a crazy person, but she doesn't know she's crazy. Good for a chuckle, hopefully. ____ "How old are you again, Susan? If you don't mind me asking." The doctor seemed confused with me being here. My mother had been the one who booked the appointme...
Is it weird to be a virgin at twenty two? Feels like it since I'm the only one of my friends who is. It's not that I'm shy or haven't had the opportunity, it's just never felt right. I wasted yet another chance just this weekend. I'd had a bad week at work so I planned to stay home alone Saturday night with a bottle of wine and a weepy movie. I couldn't wai...
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 Members, Masters and Mistresses, gathered for breakfast in Castleton's formal dining room. Each of them had their slaves kneeling by their side. The slaves wore robes and studded leathe...
The Ulleann Pipes are real and the music that comes from these simple reeds and covered or uncovered finger-holes is haunting. Some of the pieces still claw at my soul. Here are YouTube titles, for those that want to hear such music for yourselves: Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes.flv I am asleep (Air) & The Clumsy Lover (Reel) Uilleann...
The door knob feels cool against my sweaty hand as I grasp it before I open the door. I take a deep breath. If I go in this room, there is no turning back. Nothing will ever be the same again. But really, has anything ever been the same since I replied to his first message? I should have politely just ignored him, as a good wife should. I had so many chances...
This story is entirely fictionally and any resemblance to any living person is purely coincidental. All parties in the story are at least 18 or older. * It was the winter concert of my senior year of high school. My name is Luke and her name is Hope. I was a chubby white kid, about 5'10" and 235 lbs, who played trumpet and she was a curvy biracial clarinet...
Intoxicated on alcohol and bad decisions that threatened to overflow the precipice they tottered on so carelessly, it was all happening so fast. Strong arms and a quick goodbye turned into lips meeting instead as those arms started to draw away. Lips that met with instant chemistry, the taste of something genuinely wonderful, the start or as was more likely...
I hope this is a satisfying ending for those who've stuck with story :) I've also spent the past few months re-going the whole story as long absences in posting meant it was inconsistent and clumsy in many places - it's up on Amazon if anyone is interested under the same title by Amanda Rieu *** Lara woke to the sound of crunching gravel and birdsong. Th...
Life is so good! Most mornings Jacob woke with that statement on his mind. Of course, most mornings Jacob woke to the sight of his loving wife by his side. In the early light of the day Jacob could take in her beauty and sweetness as he watched her sleep. Rarely did she wake before him and the pleasure of watching her sleep was a joy that he cherished. It's...