Moonlight sifted through the trees, entered through the closed window and settled on her pillow and hair. Her Auburn locks glistened and reflected the moonbeams like a thousand strands of burgundy ribbon. Her complexion shimmered as her olive skin picked up the highlights. She squirmed in her bed as she dreamed of the events of the evening and a subtle Mona...
Ch. 2 Cassandra Returns The door to the limousine swung open smartly, and the driver stood at attention as he held the door open. Cassandra stretched her long legs after the ride and strode to the perimeter of the vestibule, dropping her suitcase as a statement of her presence! She had returned! The ensuing weeks since her premiere visit were a haze of pr...
My wife, Janet, will have her 55th birthday in a few weeks. I asked her what she wanted besides a membership to AARP. She laughed and said, "Well, for starters you can take me out for an expensive dinner and a show at a casino and of course I will need a new outfit." This is normal, as we do that every year for her birthday. "Anything else?" "I've been...
Gray showed a little trepidation when the cab arrived next day, and the heavy portmanteaux which accompanied the ladies was once more lifted for transport to Hampstead, Ella noting the insecurity in his eyes as Elsa and Martha grabbed an arm each, as if to ensure he did not run away. Her sex tingled with pleasure on seeing genuine fear in his eyes for the fi...
Ch. 02 – Raven's View of Tammi's Training I can't stand that Tammi bitch! Of course, I know why Sir likes her. She's blond and young and fresh and innocent. She's leggy. She can almost look at him shoulder to eye, unlike me who has to look at him chest-to-eye. She's got a nice face. And she's got those huge tits! G*d, I wish I had big tits! I've got super-...
Melanie dropped Mart off at the junction with Ackerman Street and ordered him to go straight to her flat he did so and entered covertly by the rear door. He eagerly stripped and was attired by his mistress, who spent an eternity posing with him, carefully choosing various outfits. Mart looked up at her from his knees, leashed and ready to indulge Melanie in...
My name is Marguerite Bonheur Sinclair, and I'm here with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on January 2, 1961. My family has been in Canada ever since the region of Quebec was called New France. I'm as French-Canadian as the fleur-de-lys itself, which kind of bothers my friends when they find out about my preference in...
Authors note: This is a multi-part series following the sexual journey of two married couples, as they explore various fetishes and kink, including their own sexuality. Please read the story tags. You've been warned. * I was suddenly awoken from a deep sleep. The alarm hadn't gone off, yet. Fuzzy-headed, I started to sit up and as I was gathering my sense...
Installment three: Three's A Party Couples' sessions are among my favorite (and least favorite) scenes. Half the time they try and negotiate a threesome with me during the proceedings and the scene goes cold when the no-sex-with-clients boundary is enforced. And most of the rest are not on the same page as each other. Sometimes the man has the fantasy of b...
Madeline Dixon tucked her favourite vibrator into the suitcase, her heart still fluttering over her decision to take a holiday at a darkly hedonistic resort recommended by a very liberated friend. At 48, the already shapely blonde had been watching her calories and smiled into the mirror as she observed her pleasing curves. Though still nervous about her cho...