This concludes the story of Anne Cheng. I hope that you enjoyed taking her journey with me. - Wifethief ***** The alarm went off like a siren in the early morning, Anne quickly silenced it before the sound disturbed either young man. Randal Acosta was scheduled to arrive punctually at six A.M. At the cabin. Anne had much to do before that time, still, she...
The night was dark with a fog so thick you could barely see the bright moon shining through into the woods below. The muffled sounds of a woman panting and her feet crunching the dried fall leaves was all that could be heard in the near deafening silence. She stopped in a small clearing and looked up at the sky. The moon reflected into her bright blue eyes...
Monique woke up in a panic. The orange flip flops were going to take over the cow kingdom unless she poured coffee on a daisy. It made no sense, but it was still an alarmingly apparent thought. However, a cup of coffee didn't seem half bad. She pulled the yellow, chevron blanket covers away from herself and hopped off the bed. With absolutely no grace, she...
Conclusion Life was good. Very good. I had a job that I enjoyed and paid me well, servicing sex-starved women. A hobby that I enjoyed, learning about computers. And a 'girl friend', albeit only fortnightly, with the sort of beauty wars have been fought for. It couldn't last. The fortnightly meetings continued. And intensified. When I was available, Jenny...
"There?" he asked. "Yes! Right there!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. "Oh yeah! Get some!" he replied in ecstasy. Turning the corner, Desmond Arch blasted the raider hiding behind the frayed couch, spraying red foam all across the back wall. The raider collapsed backwards as the shotgun slug ripped into his chest. Pivoting on his right heel, Desmond...
Annabel was the kind of girl most men didn't look at twice when they passed her in the street. She had a very pretty face, but she didn't do anything to show it off. Her wild, copper curls hid her hazel eyes and she rarely smiled. She dressed in long, modest skirts and baggy shirts that hid her firm d-cup tits, a slight waist and feminine hips. No man who lo...
Wow the response to Chapter 4 was much more than I expected. Thank you for the feedback to everyone who wrote a public comment or privately emailed me. I hope my response on my profile and on the comment page was sufficient to ease anyone's concerns. I hope you enjoy Chapter 5. The last chapter is written, but I am still revising with my editor. Enjoy! Na...
There comes a time in a D/s relationship when it all becomes real. When the fantasies become a clear vision. In this story, I've tried to capture a fantasy of O/ours. It's consensual, it's safe ... and it's sane. Some may think it is raw and abrasive. it is O/our fantasy ... If you are offended I apologize .. and if you think you may be .. please don't read...
My journey began growing up in the Midwest, in a puritan home with a sister 5 years older than me, a brother two years older, and a brother two years younger. We were an every Sunday church going family. Our parents had our time occupied in some form of dancing, music lessons, band and the list goes on. My sister and I could not date until we were sixteen...
Matt sat at the couch again, his desire burning within him. His need to be punished. His need to be hurt, to have his nipples pinched, his balls slapped and squeezed. As he stared at the TV, he made the decision, "I could use a real rough hard session" he texted to Andrea. He grinned a bit as the text went through and his erection grew. Thoughts came to him...