THE HANDSOME YOUNG servant gasped softly in deep pleasure. He stood naked on the cool stone floor, his feet spread apart, his hands gripping the head of the nineteen-year old girl who knelt before him. Her pretty face was distended with the size of his swollen penis. He grunted and pulled her face deeper into his crotch, pushing his hips forward at the same...
Prologue Just for reader benefit, this story can be read as Chapter 5 of my Staid Wife series if you so wish but I confess I get a little bored myself of longer series and the events in this story were significant enough for me to make a standalone story from it. Introduction If you don't want to read previous chapters of 'Staid Wife to Slut Wife', the ba...
Every day it was the same goddamn thing. Up at 6, washed, dressed, and out the door by seven thirty, and at work by eight. Walk through the security checkpoint, clock in, take the elevator down to the second basement level, pick up that days work packets, then back up to the 7th floor for the day. Eight hours on floor seven. I'd been doing this for 18 months...
I watched the tiny digital clock at the bottom of the tool bar. Just five more minutes and my hour would be up. I could leave this ridiculously posh, horribly smelly office suite and return to my little cubicle. I'd come to love my cubicle. It was tiny, safe and all mine. I could do my work without Isabella's cleavage pressed against my shoulder. The tiny cl...
An old saying says, "If you don't get the girl you love, love the girl you get." Exactly what I did for fourteen years ago. I was engaged to my dream girl Lottie and looking forward to marry her when she told me that the travel agency where she worked had offered her 6 months job as their guide in Natal, Brazil. Before we met she had been a their guide for o...
A sad sight befell those at Ashfordly House that morn, fine ladies cast out upon the very street, great piles of boxes, hats, cloaks every raiment known to woman strewn around in great confusion as Hermione, Dowager Lady Ashfordly, Katherine and Rebekah her step daughters and their sisters of the half blood Hope and Charity Peasbody sat all hopeless and afra...
(For those who have read my previous stories, this is not a soft romance. That said, I hope all enjoy it.) * I eased myself down to the floor, shivering a little as my bottom hit the cold oak flooring. I put the soles of my feet together, my thighs spread wide. I slowly moved the head of an eight inch dildo into the opening of my vagina. It was as cold an...
Disclaimer - This story is fictitious, and narrated about a fictitious world with fictitious people. Situations depicted in this story cannot happen in real life. Note - The story continues of Miranda's introduction night. ***** The next part was hard, especially as Miranda was a little bit exhausted. They taught her to deep throat. And she did it with a...
The first time Madeleine and I looked at each other's eyes was in the hotel breakfast restaurant in a small Scandinavian town. She gave me a sweet smile, which I remembered the whole day. There was dance in the hotel bar in the evening and I got a happy feeling when I found her there. During our first and only dance I offered her a drink, which she accepted....
The second I walked out the door I exhaled. It's that step that's the hardest. You wouldn't think so – but closing the door on the real world, and taking the first stride into my secret existence is always exhilarating. Maybe it's because I know what I'm doing is wrong but don't care. Or maybe it's because nothing makes me instantly wet like knowing I'm head...