As the weekend went on without Ron, I became hornier and hornier. I felt like a dog in heat. Its been less than 48 hours and I was craving sex like a nymphomaniac. I went to the spa, pampered myself, and relaxed from what happened the night before. I was still sore and bruised from Ron fucking me silly. As, Sunday went along, I decided to work out some of th...
I want to thank Kirk2004 for his encouragement and invaluable editing. If there are mistakes in punctuation they are mine not his. Thank you, Kirk, you are the best! ~*~*~ The Confrontation 'Hell, I might as well go home; I can't keep my mind on work anyway,' he thought. His head fell back against the chair; he closed his eyes and exhaled a deep sigh. "I...
Corrine took him in her arms and kissed him softly on the mouth. She felt his tongue flick at her lips and she let hers touch his and then his probed her mouth and she probed back. She moaned as Tim began kneading her breasts. She allowed her legs to spread as he slid his hand down into her panties and pushed two fingers into her cleft. Her mouth hung open i...
His large hand traced her cheek, wiping away her swollen tears with his thumb. Her hair was disheveled, a long brown fury of tangled strands. Nakedness felt good against his clothes, the way it scratched against her nipples when they wrestled or how it pressed against her sore bottom when she sat on his lap to talk. Yet, earlier today, through all of her ha...
Chapter one Death of a Slave The tongue licking at my pussy was well skilled. The mild rasping sensation on my outer cunt lips was sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I encouraged him with scratches behind his ears, deep in the tufts of fur that surrounded them. That made things all the more wonderful as his purring vibrated against my clit, causi...
I glanced at the bedside clock, there was still three minutes to go to until the knock at the bedroom door. I sat on the bed and dropped my hand between my legs, I was wet already, anticipating the delicious session that was just about to start. As I rubbed my slippery pussy, enjoying the feel of my fingers sliding between my lips, I thought about the last w...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments appreciated. * * * * * In the days following his first discipline session, Robert found himself doing things that he knew would cause Miss Agnes to punish him. He thoroughly en...
That man, meanwhile, had woken up from a deep sleep for a moment or two. His name was Dennis, and he was indeed a deserter from the army camp Agnes knew lay almost a week's walk away. He felt weak and still very tired, but he was warm, and clean, and his belly was not full, but not empty either. He knew from bitter experience that after days without food,...
This morning my Keyholder was at work and i was 1200 miles away locked in a CB6000s chastity cage with a plastic numbered lock (485807). i was telling Her how much i missed Her and we were just talking about everyday life, when in the background i heard one of Her male coworkers bring Her a cup of coffee. As he gave it to Her, She said, "thanks bitchboy". i...
Alexander Voronov is the pseudonym of a professional writer of erotic stories in German language. Some years ago he has published a short novel "Glücksfall" (Sheer luck) at the eBook editor Readersplanet. The story is about a rich Mr. X who carefully selects four young men with the purpose to make their wildest sex-fantasies come true. One – and the major –...