This follows 'Coming Home for the Very First Time' and 'The Submissive is tested again'. Please read them first. Dedicated to PMS and M and all women who refuse to be confined by stereotypes. ***** 7.00am Thursday His phone pinged. He woke, grabbed it and looked at the screen. It was a message from Mistress: "The weekend is on. Prepare yourself. Details...
There was no lock on the door and no alarm system- so far as I could tell. But then, Maktavan technology is so odd that I didn't really know what I was looking for. I turned on the penlight for two seconds and searched the the foyer. Statues of heroic male and female nudes posed at random and the walls were covered with complex geometric designs in red and...
There she was again, sitting in the same place on the bleachers. Watching across the gym floor while watching everyone have a good time while occupying nothing but the seat she was on. And why not? She had warmed that same place on those bleachers through every dance she ever went to at Susan B. Anthony, but it did get lonely warming that spot with a little...
(Thanks to Frontma for the editing. If a mistake was made it was done by me in transition) (*In passion we see with our hearts not with our eyes*) My name is Julian Winters and for most of my life I've been an egotistical jerk. I've had reason to be; I have dark good looks that speak of Spanish or maybe Italian descent, with thick black hair and a strong p...
Still fully clothed himself, Kwame gracefully carried Lydia's girdle and brassiere clad body out of the closet and gently led her over to the crisply made bed in the center of the Benson's lavish bedroom. Holding Lydia securly in his strong, lean arms, Kwame could feel the velvety smooth softness of the older woman's undergarments against his skin and the s...
At four in the morning, there's a quiet knock on the door, and his heart is pounding so hard he worries it might pop. She's here. He tightens the cord around his bathrobe and approaches the door, leaning in to peer through the little security hole, to check it's not just one of his buddies drunk as a skunk and locked out of his room again. It's not. He cat...
The girl struggled along a pathway threading across the lower slope of the cliff up to where the clan lived in caves; she had waited for the pre-dawn sky to lighten before attempting the path, even now the sky gave barely enough illumination and she picked her way carefully, not wishing to stumble, not wanting to alert the Leader to her return. She stopped m...
Cock-ups are inevitable, never acceptable. - Except in porn! My wife has never been very aggressive sexually. No, that's not quite what I mean. That might give the impression of violence and neither she nor I are into that. What I mean; is that she never initiates se...
Bodice Ripper Or how men got what they wanted, once upon a time. (Very PC - NOT!!!) "In days of old when Knights were bold, and journeyed from their castle, trusty men were left behind, knights needed not the hassle. They helped themselves to pig and peach, and drink from the kings own chalice. Ah, it was a stirring sight, these gypsies in the palace." -...
It had been a night that crept slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, by. It's always like that when the workload is light. Each minute felt like ten and the more often she looked at the clock, the slower the progress of the hands appeared to be. Finally, as the pale morning light at last filtered through the blinds, the end of her shift arrived and she was abl...