I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** I'm standing in front of you presenting myself for confession. You are seated in the chair you sit in to hear it. You are...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ****************************** Standing in front of you naked, hands reaching back behind me and spreading myself, I feel the cool air of the room on my bu...
Crystal stood in front of the large antique cupboard standing in her bedroom, wondering what to wear. The morning sunlight glowing on the firm spheres of her firm buttocks. She leaned an elbow against the cupboards solid frame; her hand nested in the wild auburn her that cascaded onto her shoulders like a mountain stream. A smile flickered across her full re...
Mark Thane, Gun-For-Hire, former mercenary, expedition leader -- he was stood in front of Laura Roft, with his large dick in his hand, and was showering her with his deliciously hot golden stream. For some reason, he had tied her up and she could not move but there again, why would she when his cock spray felt so amazing as it impacted against her flesh? Hi...
Author's note: This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues from that of 'Batgirl Risks All' and re-introduces the character of Jennifer Goodbody A.K.A. Sparrow. Enjoy! Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers...
This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chr...
She could see the dust in the distance, moving up her driveway, even before She saw the car that generated it. "Afternoon," he said while his tires still crunched the gravel beneath them. "Hi there," she said smiling. "Terry." She held out her hand and he shook it. "Blaine. Sorry to disturb you but I'm hopelessly lost. Do you have any idea where this is?"...
From the stage I can see all the way to the back of the smoky club. Scan the blank, bored faces of the customers; old, dried up men feebly sipping overpriced, watered down drinks in a strip bar on a Tuesday afternoon. The music in the background is deafening, the volume increased to compensate for the lack of conversation. I gyrate my hips in time with the...
WARNING TO READERS - This is a long, rambling, multi-part story and VERY British. The individual chapters will make more sense if read in sequence. Chapter 14 Saturday with Lulu In the morning it was pouring with rain again and so I put Emma's bicycle into the rear of the Land Rover and drove her into work. She didn't ask where I had been the night before...
So there I was, at a Halloween costume ball on campus (of a rather prestigious college), having my first real lesbian stolen kiss—behind the fichus on the second floor balcony of the fraternity—and though I was dressed like a drill sergeant and she was dressed like the Elf Princess from Lord of the Rings, I really loved the heck out of it! I mean, it's not l...