I guess it could be the fact that it's Valentines Day. I suppose it could be that he is a little drunk and feeling frisky. It could also be neither. I had just never thought of him in that way. Okay, that's not true. I have fantasized about him a lot. I guess I always thought he was just way out of my league. I mean I have seen the caliber of women he goes f...
I’ve made a great dinner for him, one of his favorites: Fried Chicken, Green Beans, Rice and Cream Gravy and for dessert, my favorite, brownies and vanilla ice cream. There is no real reason, its not his birthday or our anniversary. It is just a normal ordinary day on which I slaved away in the kitchen to make sure he had a wonderful dinner. Well not really,...
His cock was standing straight up at the moment, but not of its own accord. Currently he was lying down and fully restrained. As Lance could not see at the moment all he could go off of was what he could hear and feel. At the very instant he realized this something else hit him and the world went black. What was happening to him? Somehow it was as if he was...
"Wakey wakey sleepy-head." I hear as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. "Did you sleep well honey?" "Yes thanks Sophie. I always sleep well when it's by your side." "Aww. I do too. We should be getting along. It's 8am, and we have a meeting to attend to." Like a puppet on strings, jumping to Sophie's command, I promptly swung my legs out of bed - I know how...
This story is pure fiction, written at the request of a friend of mine. i hope Y/you all enjoy it. i do occasionally write things on request ;-) * * * * * Jon walks into the motel to find catie kneeling nude in the middle of the big bed. Hands are on the back of her neck, head up eyes down. His eyes wandre down her form to see if she has done what she was...
I lean down to whisper in her ear, "Open your eyes, slut. I want you looking at your master." I grab a handful of her hair as her eyes open and lock with mine. Her fear, and what I'm assuming is lust, are evident in her expression. I feel a smirk curving my lips, pleased to see her responding so well to me. "Not at me, dirty girl. At your master." Not loos...
Ullah A Gorean Slave Girl The Golden Bina Paga Den The story of Ullah is one of a slave girl located upon the planet Gor, written of by John Norman. Gor is a planet where men are dominant and women are subservient. Only a small population of the women are technically slaves and Ullah is among them. It is a culture loosely based on Roman times and is fairly...
In the latter days of the twenty-first century, two deadly wars devastated the planet. The first was the war between the West and the Muslim world. Nuclear devastation nearly destroyed the planet at the end of the conflict. The survivors of this conflict discovered that they have a new enemy. My kind. The genetically altered, not-quite-human entities known a...
When you get older, you tend to savor each and every good thing in life a lot more. Especially memories. One of my favorites goes way back to 1968. And my next-door neighbor, Jennifer Lincoln. When I say next-door, I should point out that I lived on a farm, and Jennifer's was the next farm over. Just a couple miles down the road. But she always seemed s...
They say that life is what happens while you make other plans. The thing is, Jimmy Porter hadn't really made any real plans. He was an average guy and he lived an average life. Like many boys, he did odd jobs for extra money while he was in school, but unlike most of the rest, he was extremely good at it. He started out mowing lawns, moved into landscaping s...