For years I've been trying to persuade my wife Cass to let me watch while another guy fucks her. It always results in an argument with her calling me a pervert. "If that's what you want then you'd better find someone else." It really pisses me off. We're both on our second marriage and I know that before meeting me she had loads of boyfriends, one of which...
Tuesday 2nd 11:10pm Last couple of days have flown by—I have been up to my eyes in course work. Mr Thompson seems to have it in for me as he keeps picking on me in lectures. I think he likes it when I blush. This afternoon he called me back after the lecture and told me to come to his office tomorrow morning at 9am. I asked why, but he just said something...
The crashing of a dish to the floor set off a series of events throughout the universe that was preordained long before words were even recorded. *** "Damn it." Alaina swore softly. So lost in her thoughts while drying the dishes that she hadn't even felt the dish slip out of her hand. She tucked a lock of loose raven black hair behind her ear and knelt...
Josie knows she's been reborn. She's undergone the most total and authentic renaissance of any woman she'd ever heard about. Three months ago, Josephine Rickardson was a lonely 54-year old childless divorcee, living alone in Frankston, a southern district of Melbourne, Australia. Earlier in her career, when her ex-husband Peter had been a college teacher, s...
This story is not intended for underage reading. Please leave feedback and vote for the story. Thank you and enjoy - slavemaster Thanks again to mollee for her work editing Part 1 Drinks in the city. We had never really spoken in high school, but when we ran into each other in the city we decided we should catch up on old times. After all we were from a...
He had seen her sad before but, in the year they had been together he had never seen this. His heart broke as tears rolled silently down her cheeks. She looked so delicate. Her hair hung in ringlets around her face, going from red to black as they made their way down her back and over her supple chest. Her big, dark brown eyes were full of tears and bloodsho...
After the first two pages it became obvious that this was no ordinary diary. No diarist starts off with a short autobiography for a start. Colonel Emerson had evidently meant it to be a record for posterity. At the time of the Torgon invasion Emerson was forty-six years old, married with two teenage children and head of police in Dorivar, which turned out t...
After 2 months of corporal punishment and role play at the office, apparently the time had come because Friday after work a package had arrived at Shari's door. Inside was a note explaining that she should be ready to go by 9 pm. Shari was not comfortable showing this much skin normally, but this was Kane's club and Kane picked the outfit personally, so wh...
There you were; wrists and ankles in the stiff, heavy 3" wide black leather, wrapped snugly about your wrists and ankles, bound to the rings set in the side of the cross. You stand there in your dark blue skirt, powder blue blouse, fishnet stockings and 5" heels, you still feel very naked though as I look upon you bound helpless to the cross. Me...I stand in...
Isabel lay unconscious on the church floor. The mighty slut, so sure of herself, so imposing to the men she enoyed, her inflated ego at times maniacal, now lay in a naked heap, one soiled, sticky thigh pressed into a footleg of the altar. The men she had turned into whore-mongers were long-gone. She was crumpled flesh, a slab of exhausted fuck meat. Her cun...