My master dresses me in the morning. Black pumps, black pencil skirt, and a black turtleneck to conceal my collar. She washes me, shaves my legs. Puts on my lipstick. My glasses. We look like any other professional couple riding the train to work. My master reads the paper and I play hearts on my phone. The jostling makes the anal beads sing inside me. She...
Privileges of Rank A male sergeant orally services his female Captain This story can stand alone, but it is really the third chapter of my story, the first chapter being Peachy Keen and the second chapter being Deployment Sex. As always, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated. After my second nightly rendezvous with Kristen, we started to communic...
I'll be back in half an hour, he had said. Just let me scout around, he had said. Now it was two hours later, and no sign of Hans. More worrying still, the man was normally punctual to a fault. Ivan peered around the corner of the hallway. There was always something in ruins like this -- orcs, basilisks, wild animals, or something else that would rip out y...
Note to reader: Thank you for the comments and encouragement. As you can tell, I am not a professional romance novelist. I am learning though, and the transition from academic writing to literature is causing my brain to cramp. Please bear with me. Chapter 8: The Apartment Connie's Mercedes Benz SLS AMG weaves in and out of traffic. Speed limit signs are a...
IN THE BEGINNING Chapter One The deepest, darkest, depths of Peru. It was to be Laura's first excursion into the untamed jungles of the world having finally come of age. As a child, she had travelled significantly with her father, but she had always been left at home when he went on his tomb-raiding excursions. Her father had since perished at the hands o...
Mark and Eileen really both have a rubber boot fetish, but for the longest time refused to admit it always accusing the other of having one. Previously we saw how Eileen went shopping and purchased a pair of pink wellies, but had to show Mark her purchases wearing just the wellies, a lacy bra, and a garter belt. Whenever the topic of rubber boots comes up, b...
This is part 2 of a planned three-part story. Thanks to everyone who gave me positive feedback on Part 1 and encouraged me to continue writing. ***** Mark stared stunned for a moment as his employee presented herself for him, looked over to Lindsay's shocked face and then shrugged at her before approaching behind Brittany. "You sure this is OK with you?"...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** I perched peacefully on the top of a picnic table, my sneakered feet resting on the fixed seat. It was a bright and quiet morning in our camp ground, the morning sun not long up, with no movement and a fleeting soft breeze. Across the way, my tent mate made her appearance...
I would like to thank Lazlo Zalezac for allowing me to post in his Damsels in Distress universe. Here I am, lying in a hospital bed thinking for about the hundredth time: 'just what the hell am I going to do now?' Maybe I should introduce myself, and give you a little background. My name is staff Sergeant Jacob Thompson USMC. I will soon be medically ret...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** My boss, Mr. Sterne stood in the doorway, looking at us laying naked on his daughter's childhood bed. My fingers still cupped her soft, bare pussy and I quickly tried to take them away from her body as soon as his eyes met mine. "What are you doing?" he asked in his low, deep voic...