Dream Journal July 16, 2001 Continued in the afternoon. Sorry. I left you hanging again, didn’t I? I looked up at the clock and realized I was late for work! I really had to run for it. It’s just too easy to talk to you. Anyway, this time there was no break when I came. This time the dream went on for the rest of the night, so you’ll just have to bear wit...
I'd been flirting with a guy that I had met for some time, trading raunchy texts back and forth. He would come up with all sorts of nasty things he wanted to do to me and I'd always respond that I would. He would get bolder and bolder but nothing ever scared me off. I thought he was hot and got a feeling that he was a confident guy but I wondered though if h...
The old slave woman crept into her mistress' chambers, careful to close the door behind her so that it did not make a sound. She stood in the shadows, clutching in her hands a little rag doll, and watched as Messalina's breasts rose and fell in the slow rhythm of sleep. Messalina was a beautiful woman, and even through her hatred, the Greek slave could see t...
Kyle was true to his word. I came again and again, his hands, his tongue, his cock and a thoroughly intense slapping session brought me to my limit. I was spent, bruised and raw. My nipples were grazed from his constant attention and my well was dry. By 4 am I was ready to sleep in a foetal position for about thirty hours. But Kyle made sure he first bathed...
Best. Vacation. Ever. Seriously. Fun activities, summer sea air, nightly secret sex on an RV bed, it was all great. The fantasy had to end eventually, though, and soon everyone was going home, which meant that Jessa, Jenny, and Rebecca all had to go back to work. Rebecca found out something neat. Nana and Pa owned a few furniture stores, and that earned...
I was almost 19 years old when I started my freshman year at college. I got into a very fine institution in the Mid-West that was two thousand miles away from my home on the West Coast. Having grown up an only child of a single mother I was much more used to feminine things than I was anything masculine. I absolutely loved wearing pretty lingerie much more...
Sunday 20th December, King's Jaguar It's a beautiful crisp December mid afternoon as I take the drive in my Jaguar on the M27 for the quick 30 minute drive. The time gives me the luxury to pause and think. Since the start of the lecturing and together with the Ring research and the concern with the 'Tarsis' situation and in effect the 'black mail' threat it...
The character of 'Scott' was given this name after a reader named Scott sent me some lovely feedback. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story, Scott! I would also like to thank Jasmine27 and TheMasterBaiter for help with editing. * "You do understand what I'm saying, don't you?" Scott looked down at the woman currently rubbing her DD's all over...
The fittings and pipes in the bathroom were aging brass and covered in green verdigris, but the water flowed fast and hot over Jemima, filling the air with steam and losing the walls in a mist of moist heat. She would have liked to spend more time beneath the cascade and soak up the warmth after the chill of the late autumn evening outside, but there were th...