She always felt so much at home when she visited the island. Silly really since she spent almost all of her time elsewhere -- working long, tedious hours at the law firm so. Still, her vacations always brought her here -- to the warm breezes, the smell of the ocean, the lush foliage -- so it seemed that each time she was able to visit, she was coming home. T...
I'm Five. No, not five years old, or you wouldn't be reading this here! My real name is Gabriel, though I usually go by Gabe, and I am the Master of the House of Bondage. If you look up "House of Bondage" on line you will get lots of hits, but none of them are us -- it's our private name for the house where I live with Liz, aka the Tormentor, and Sara, who...
Note from Slick: Please read chapters one through three to get up to speed with this story. The original plan of the two couples to swap during the cruise has taken a wicked turn and has destroyed both of their marriages. However, maybe it was for the best. This chapter goes slow at first to build up some new characters so stay with it. All rights reserved....
Disclaimer: This is an erotic story. As always YMMV. You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your community and not be offended by the contents of it. If you are not 18, live in an overly repressed community, or are easily offended, move on. This is not for you. This story is fiction and as such is protected under the first amendment....
***** Sara gets a chance to really strut her stuff on Bourbon Street A friend of one of The Three J's boyfriends has a plan to impress his father and show him that he has the vision to take over "The Three Jacks" club on Bourbon Street. The Three J's and an S agree to help him in his plan which involves them walking down Bourbon Street on five consecutive...
As the hand slid up the inside of the thirty seven year old woman's thigh she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly naked, body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh part of her was willing it to go...
As the hand slid up the inside of the thirty seven year old woman's thigh, she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly naked, body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex so her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh part of her was willing it to...
After following the directions here from the e-mail message he had received, John didn't think the inconspicuous facade of the industrial building in front of him looked much like a theatre. The personals ad he responded to promised a rewarding dramatic experience in an intimate live theatre setting. It instructed him to arrive at 1:00 pm sharp. "Well, I gu...
Copyright 2007 by Otto26 * My problem, as I see it, is that I'm the wrong sort of asshole. I don't enjoy beating women, I just annoy them. If you beat them, then you're passionate, misunderstood, even masterful. If you annoy them... you're just a jerk. I dwell on this, but you could probably care less. If you're like most Americans you're simply going to l...
Continued from part five Ow...arugg... Liz? You're not Liz... The door... It's just too far over... I twist harder, willing my eyes rightward, summoning every available ounce of strength - I must find out... It's no use: the gag straps holding my head to my restraining pole simply dig that much more painfully into my cheeks - I haven't a prayer of se...