The tension in the air was so thick it was like being under water. My eyes were fixed on the road and my hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. I was furious. Furious at my wife and she was just as angry with me. We were on our way to a party at a friend's house and both of us sat silently; too angry to talk, because if we did, it w...
I could hardly believe my luck. Most guys are complete perverts and so when Robert asked me to come live with him I assumed he would asking me to strip and fuck him the moment I got in the door. Which I was prepared to do if need be. I mean at least I'd be screwing someone other than my old landlord, Vinnie. Now he was a total pervert. Robert on the other ha...
Mistress was angry at me. She didn't need to say a word, she never did. With her indifference and disappointment showing clearly, it was awful to think that I was failing her. "Mistress," I said from my knees. "Please. I am doing my best." She didn't look up. For a moment I wasn't sure she had heard me. "Maybe you are, maybe you aren't," she said finally....
Dianne is the boss's wife and also a partner in her husband's company where I work. She is a tiny, little lady about 4'10'' tall with a fantastic little figure. I've worked for them for fifteen years or so and I've always found Di to be a very sexy woman. Many a time I've thought, how good it would be fucking her because I just knew she would be a dirty wh...
This story is dedicated to an inspiring muse At 2:15 p.m. on a Monday, you pick up your desk phone on one ring and your student is on the other end. He must be on his cell because you can hardly hear him. You get the facts, though: He's getting on a train, you're to wrap things up at work and meet him in 30 minutes at the station around the corner. Then he...
Skip Newcombe was waiting when his wife came home from work. All day long he'd told himself that when she came home, just for once, they'd sit and talk like a normal couple in their mid-twenties. He'd make her a cup of coffee. They'd talk about their day and relax. He'd be good, he'd be in control. He knew exactly when to expect to hear the sound of her key...
I had no illusions that Grace was a naïve innocent. We had been dating now for a year. Well, "dating" is a term that could only be used loosely. After the first couple of months, we succumbed to the stresses of young love and broke up. It was the first of many times that we split. We'd cool for about a week and then get back together. The summer before our j...
1. Dez sits hooded and gagged. Her arms have been cuffed to the chair that she sits in - the perforated metal is cold against her shoulders and the backs of her legs which have been tied to the armrests at the knees. Dez's ankles, in turn, have been shackled to the chair. A small rag sitting in her lap is the only cover she has. Time has become irrelevant b...
Saturday morning I headed to the local supermarket to do our shopping, leaving Kiki to do the house work. This had become our weekly ritual. Kiki would supply the shopping list and off I'd go. Plus, this week I was due for a haircut, so I'd be gone for longer than usual. As on most Saturdays, there was a large group ahead of me at the barber shop and I pass...
Chapter 1: Creating a Submissive Avil was sitting in office, ostensibly busy with the latest research report sought by the senior management. Haah! A bunch of oafs is what they were, making people slave over inanities when they had no meaningful work to give. Luckily the juicy female trainees made life bearable. His body would literally burn with lust each...