I roll over in the bed to avoid the morning light that's making its way in the window and across my face. I can feel the empty space she occupied next to me not more than an hour before. It's too bad she had to go to work so early since my roommate wouldn't be home for another few hours. I can still smell her hair on the pillow, and our sex in the air, remin...
"Tonight, you little whore-fuck," Master growls, his powerful right hand gripping my hair and grinding my face into the linoleum, "tonight, you're going to finally understand what a worthless slave-cunt you are. You're going to the bottom tonight, bitch. I do mean the bottom. By the time I'm finished, you won't have even a whimper left in you. You'll service...
Authors note:- This is a sequel to Ch.3 so I strongly suggest you read all previous chapters in the "Poor Becca" series before reading this, or you will not understand the plot or characters. ***** My phone sat on the breakfast bar in front of me. It was begging for me to send the message. I was nervous as I sat there holding the black business card in m...
Cynthia Wright was on her period. Unlike a lot of other women, Cynthia actually relished this time of her monthly cycle and savoured the effects that it had on her body. For a start, it made her feel especially womanly. This frequently translated to feelings of intense sensuality and more often than not, she felt irresistibly horny whilst menstrual -- a h...
This isn't really any great work of literature, but it's deliberately written in a very crude, rude style. ***** The Cock & Ass tavern was undeniably the most popular pub in the valley. Everyone for miles around, old and young, would gather there every night to unwind from a tiring day in good company. Well, not exactly everyone. This pub was really only f...
You hesitate, knowing that this is your chance to escape...but the curiosity and desire in you win out. It hasn't been what you expected, but neither has it been something you haven't wanted, haven't liked. Besides, you could still use the safe-word if you needed it...couldn't you? "Well? What's it to be dirty girl? Agree, or walk away and never look back?"...
Emma sat silently on the bed in her hotel room, her cheeks flushed, panting slightly from running up the stairs. The events of the previous hour swirled in her mind, a tangled web of erotic confusion. Her mind reeled in disbelief at what she had done. After all, she was a respectable woman, a schoolteacher no less, and yet minutes earlier she had been squatt...
The next weekend they had a little more time. Simon had planned it that way so he could give the bitch a lesson. She was twenty-two and ripe to be shown how a submissive should expect to be treated. Gabi had her own key and let herself into the house. As soon as she saw Simon in the middle of the loungeroom, she saw the look in his eyes. Eager to show she w...
Note: readers should be warned that this story contains explicit references to watersports and scat (shit) sex. "Arse" is the British spelling of "Ass" and "Fanny" in Britain means vagina. ***** I had arrived home from school feeling horny; damned horny. I blame my pupils of course - eighteen year old girls know exactly how to charm their male teachers; t...
Chapter 21. The next few months were a blur of love and happiness and not inconsiderable amounts of wonderful sex with Jess feeling the need to thank me for changing her life on a regular basis. I did tell her that she had changed mine just as much every chance I got but I wasn't going to complain if she felt that her debt had to be paid off with the inven...