The content of the message: call me. There was Cy on the other end of the Skype line. Her hair was in even more disarray than last time, and a towel was hanging around her neck. "You're lucky I picked up," she said. "I've just been at the beach." "Of course. What else is an Australian to do?" "Dan-o," she said, "you owe me big time, and I don't mean...
Author's Notes: (1) This is the final chapter of "Changes". I had thought of going into the endless experiments that this femdom relationship had tried, but instead I concentrated on the ones with the most influence on the evolution of the changing relationship; (2) If the readers want to read some of those adventures, they will have to make comments and a...
I awoke to a sunrise, and many, many aching pains in my face, and muscles. After an hour or two, I stood up, and was absolutely shocked by what I saw next. There was a massive crater, and that same 'fire' flowing in and around the crater. Now that I was much closer, I was able to see that it was multicoloured, and most certainly NOT fire. I saw a levitati...
It's late, but not a long walk to your apartment. It's not a familiar part of town to you, but the GPS has yet to steer you wrong, and it's still moderately light out, in spite of the hour. A left turn here, crossing the street, and then it should just be a few more blocks until you're home and able to kick back and relax. You're dressed in normal attire, a...
"Ahhhhhh." I just sighed and gazed at her white lace panty covered snatch held in front of me. I breathed her, a thick and heavy smell filling my nostrils. Inhale. Exhale. "Mmmmmmm." I watched, completely mesmerized, until her insistent hand took hold of my head and forced my face to her. Wet panties met my face and my mouth opened to receive her. I licked...
'In Paris, its good to smell like you've been fucking to make them respect you.'- Killing Zoe, 1994 I had landed back in Paris after a few years break from the city of love and lust. The French attitude to sex has fascinated me since I first encountered the Marquis de Sade, his incest and days of Sodom. Expressive, direct, lustful, wanton and uninhibited. T...
You said that we needed to come to an understanding so we talked… We talked of trust issues that I had and as you explained that unless I trusted you, really trusted you, then we couldn't really go any further. You told me that it was no fun for you to keep asking if I trusted you, you needed to know that I trusted you implicitly for you to really be able t...
I laid there shaking and sweating, filling the room with the stench of my utter desperation. "Let's do something extra special to celebrate your year of denial," he said. "It'll be fun," he said, and I went along with it. Who am I kidding? Like I had any choice in the matter. Sir always tells me my input matters and may impact his decisions for better or w...
Cast of Characters: Major Characters: Stella Saint: Protagonist. Denise Moore: Stella's friend and an intelligent psychology major. Leona: A lesbian felina. Minor Characters: Jonathan Wood: A businessman and Stella's boyfriend. Clark Dawson: Denise's classmate. Crewmember: A burly man employed at McDonald's. Lupe: A call girl. Receptionist: A redhe...
I am writing this as a task for my Domme. She was straddling my legs as I sat on her couch, her lips pressed hard against mine. My hands were gripping her hips as they rose and fell ever-so-slightly against my lap. Hers held onto the back of the couch on either side of my head. The only time her hands touched me was on the few occasions that I tried to reac...