(MF, bdsm, Sybian) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. I'd like to thank Erika for the editing and Georg for creating the PAMagazine universe. (c) 2003 Couture *********** Megan's Lindsey's Diary 6/25/13 Dear Diary, Today was the most horrible day of my life. It all started going wro...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** "I see your five dollars and raise you another three," Lexi said. "I'm out," Jill said. "This is too rich for my blood." Stacy's stomach felt like an empty pit. She had never been this close to winning before, but Lexi had j...
(FF) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** Sharon had officially had enough. She winced as Daisy changed the station on her radio without asking. Her Radio! And changed it to a country station of all things. It was bad enough that the college had stuck her wit...
(FF,food,anal,bd) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** I used to think that things just happened. Not for a particular purpose, except maybe that if something could go wrong, it usually would. Then, something happened to change my mind. Ever since, I believed th...
The receptionist checks Ellie in with the discrete aplomb English people manage so well. Dressed in a thrilling but unfamiliar fashion she feels like an actress about to appear on stage. Minutes later Carlo closes the hotel room door and hands her a glass of red wine, pleased by her evident excitement. "I knew there was a mutual attraction from the first ti...
The fall day could not be more glorious. The sunshine and warmth the last vestige before slipping back into the gray. A weekend getaway in the City of Lights. The eventful overnight flight from the City That Never Sleeps chronicled in Belle Ch. 02. . . . The black Mercedes sedan reached the conclusion of its forty-five minute journey from Paris Charles de...
I saw him a few times over the next week, and he was right, we never spoke of it again. Every time we hung out with Raye and Derek, he kept things light, just the same as before. Only I'd find him watching me with that same heart-stopping look from time to time, but he never once asked if he would see me at the club. By Friday I was a nervous wreck. I'd dec...
"Come to bed, Domina," he implored, standing naked before me. I looked at him, the beautiful man with the gravelly voice, who for some reason let me call him MINE ALONE. He was naked, his perfect uncircumsized cock the most aesthetically pleasing thing in the world. Except of course for his ass, an ass that seemed almost too beautiful to be on a man's body...
The thing I remember most about Paris is the dog shit! Oh, the Louvre was breathtaking, the Eiffel tower awesome, and Notre Dame had the peace and reverence that only a thousand years of sanctity can create. But, the dog shit was everywhere. Paris and L.A. have the most dogs per capita of any major Western city, But in L.A., my home town, they clean up - the...
[This chapter follows on closely from the previous chapters of "The Widow's Club". for a more satisfying read, it would be best to read chapters 1-5 before proceeding. [This story has many aspects and could have also been listed under the Mature and BDSM categories, among others. It has some references to bodily functions, so if that bothers you, I suggest...