The plane cut through the clouds as he watched them go by his airplane window. He glanced to the aisle seat and without surprise saw that she was still very focused on the presentation she was modifying on her laptop. It hadn’t been quite two weeks since their encounter in his office and the following “lunch” in the parking garage, yet she seemed to keep him...
ADVANCED ELEVATOR FLASHING Ch3 After a few years of playing tit flash games in elevators, many were modernized and became self service as they are today. At first we were disappointed. No more old elevator operators to tease. But we soon found that being alone in elevators gave us more control in more ways than one. We could no longer stop between floors,...
Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is purely a gross figment of our imagination. Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log: Stardate; 14013.2258 All's well in sickbay, and I at last have a moment to myself to reflect on my son Wesley's decision to g...
Lynchburg prison was a low security prison for non-dangerous criminals. Mostly white collar criminals with money ended up in this place. It was actually not too shabby a facility. It had single rooms with en suite bathrooms equipped with private showers, drawers for your limited clothing choices and a TV in each room. I was even able to take my Xbox into the...
Time, as in the concept of days, weeks, months -- had little meaning for them as they were now wealthy, retired and sailing around the world on a beautiful large 130 foot luxury yacht, stopping wherever pleased them. They were both just over their mid-thirties, smart with money not out of greed but because they rejected the constraints of modern society and...
Chapter 02 - Mr. Umber Thank you Musicloverxo91 for editing. I was in my tenth year, a thirty four year college introduction to math professor. I had over one hundred and fifty students in my classes everyday, and I knew everyone of them by face, name and voice. Little could happen in my class without me knowing, when, where, why, or who. I had been label...
This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker. There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it. If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggesti...
The Foundation 21 Public Exposure "I can see her cunt." The man wearing the headphones draped around his neck leant down to inspect the whore's tight white underwear. The convict offered him a mild smile and thrust forward her vagina, as if to ease the man's irritation. "Are you sure?" Pamela Clayton pretended to peer at the convict's pubic mound. "I kn...
I hung up the phone a moment ago. It was the concierge calling; my car is downstairs. I took a long, jasmine and vanilla scented bath this morning, easing the soreness from my body. Heels are fatiguing, and Anatoly's party kept me mostly on my feet for ten hours. I ordered a lumberjack's breakfast from room service. I only taste when I hostess here; I am al...
I waken from sleep, the sun in low in the west. Master will be home. I must prepare your bath. I quickly dress in a loose tunic with a gold chain loose at the waist. I don on my silver slave ankle. I love the symbol of the Master’s desire toward me. None of his other slaves possess this gift. I run to the bath area not wanting to be late, for I will be pun...