Wow! Thanks so much for all your comments and private messages! I was amazed by how many people enjoyed this. Sorry this has been so long in coming - I hope to become a more regular contributor as my life allows. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it. I really, really mean that. ;) Molly's tunic fell off her. She kicked it to one side...
I get home and you are walking around with a sly grin on your face. We have plans to go out to dinner and you have my clothes laid out and tell me that I need to hurry and get cleaned up. I quickly get a shower and get dressed for us to leave. On our way to the restaurant you keep rubbing your breasts and making your nipples hard. I keep thinking about how...
I remember the first time my hubby asked me to "force" him to eat his own cum. It was an out of left field kind of thing one evening. I was watching some tv and he came out to the living room and asked me to come to bed. I figured he was just feeling frisky. Turns out he was watching porno hub on his tablet (which wasn't too out of the ordinary and I didn't...
She wanders the house, switching off lights as she goes. The sounds from the Trick or Treaters outside carry through the converted church Erika now calls home. A place chosen for its protection, from it who resides in her nightmares. Shuttering inside, carrying on like any normal day, telling herself Halloween draws no more evil than November 1st, heading to...
It's been said that the true measure of life is not how many breaths you take, but how many moments took your breath away. We certainly have had many breathless moments these past few years. This is a private story, some of it based on real events, embellished with fantasy, wishes and desire.What's next? A Bike Ride To Remember What's next? A Bike Ride To...
This is the continuation of an email correspondence I had with a woman named Sharon Alderson. If you have not read the previous part I suggest you go back and read it to get the full background. Oct 10/02/08 9:07 PM Sharon, Don't worry about taking up too much of my time with your emails. In fact, you are actually inspiring me to write even more and you a...
Six months have elapsed since the events surrounding chapters 7-11, which all took place within about a week or two of one another. The reader is encouraged to read these previous chapters to understand the context of this chapter or Begin at Chapter 1 where their journey of submission, dominance and love first began The Cabin - Chapter 12 The Takeover Tr...
Chapter 9 We sit on the couch; we are eating chilli. It is good; spicy and delicious, with a dollop of sour cream on top. "You can cook," I comment, with some surprise. Doug grins. "I can make three things with competence... spaghetti, chili and a pretty tasty burger. Beyond that, I'm lost, really." I laugh. We watch TV; we eat our food. Things feel mel...
There is nothing that compares to seeing a man mount my wife. I have seen it, the thick cock sliding into her, her hips bucking against him, fucking back while they frenched kissed, their faces glistening with each other’s juices. This was Isabel, my wife of fifteen years, her nipples hard as they rubbed against my friend’s chest, her chestnut mane of hair t...
Chapter Seventeen: Vicious Circle I was getting a bit sick of the disorientation following one of my 'transitions', overall, but this was definitely the worst. I opened my eyes and let out an involuntary shriek. Not only was I completely clueless as to where I was, but as I watched in dismay, the headless corpse of what I assumed was once a person fell towa...