Note: I cannot give this to a beta reader first. It is too intimate. It would be like giving a virgin to a stranger, the day before her wedding. The comma's will have to be good enough. I study. I learn. I will get it right. My mistress demands it. * I am Molly J. I'm a persona. I was created to serve my mistress. I serve my mistress well. I obey her in al...
Wednesday 14th October 1998, Portsmouth Sophie's Flat It is the day of Master King's first Lecture. It is at 10am today and a full two hour double period. I think there is about twenty four of us in the class but World History is such a wide geographical area we will probably be put into smaller groups. I work better that way and often prefer to go solo. I...
My girlfriend, Lisa, and I had been having trouble. I was losing her, I could tell by her diminishing interest in me. Getting her into bed was becoming increasingly difficult even after offering her presents and awards. Even after I seduced her by crawling under the sheets and licking her delicious pussy she seemed disinterested. And when I finally mounted h...
She kneeled there, naked, not nude. Nude implied artistry, beauty, while naked is what she was. She knelt there with her rump back on her heels, back straight, head up, eyes cast down to the floor but with two differences between her normal kneel. Her left hand caressed her breasts and right hand between her thighs working her nub furiously and then slowing....
She remembered dying: It was still clear in her mind. The van was filled with gaiety, alcohol and pot, all overpowered with a dense cloud of sexuality pulsing with desire, when in an instant it all changed. Sexuality became terror as the van left the road preceded by the sound of metal enmeshing with the guard rail. Laughter was replaced with screams as the...
When I Anya discovered she enjoyed peeing on me as much I enjoyed being peed on it didn't exactly mean that the flood-gates were open for me (so to speak). In fact, Anya took pleasure in doling out that particular favor only at odd, seemingly random times. As with the rest of our sex-life, she is always the one who decides when, where and how we will play, a...
I am already home from work, naked, with the bonds laid out on the coffee table, the glass of wine on the side table by the couch. I hear the door opening and my shaft becomes instantly erect, I drop to my knees and bow my head as you step out of your shoes and I kiss your feet in greeting. You smile down at me and tell me to stand as you take my erect shaft...
On my stomach I lay, silent tears streaking across my face, soaking into the pillow beneath my cheek. My body weak and tired, my emotions volatile and so near the surface. His lips whispered over each welt left by His whip. His voice soft and gentle, full of love and desire. His hands stroked my body, His fingers caressing the tender lines marring my sides...
The young girl entered the cafeteria and glanced through the shelves, searching for her favorite cake as she entered. She chose one place at the end of the L-shaped counter and, when she was done with the top shelf, she finally spotted me, standing at the opposite end of the bar, drinking my double espresso. She was a brunette in her mid-thirties, not too t...
I know it probably seems old fashioned, but Mark and I decided to wait until we were married before we had sex. We dated the whole time I was in high school, and my first year of college. He was three years ahead of me, so when he graduated, we got married. The plan was that he would go to work and I would be a housewife and a mother. I had never been so pro...