Author's note: Here's Chapter Six of "Slave Girl Emily." No defecation in this chapter (well, not much, anyway). For those tuning in late, Emily (scene-name Famula) is an enthusiastic slave-girl, and Frederick is her Master. She's just met a gray-haired man who seems fascinated by her rose tattoo; the man has a slave who seems to have taken a dislike to her....
It's about an hour from my dorm to Red River Gorge. While Dave had a fairly decent car, a newer Ford, it had bucket seats and a center console, which kept us physically apart. The wicked thought of giving him every guy's fantasy, a blow job while he's driving down the road, crossed my mind, but the center console just wouldn't let that work. Then I figured,...
I looked at my watch, "Fuck it...nearly six, ...I bet they will be closed!" I parked the car and walked towards the shop. It was raining, it was cold, a typical January Saturday. "Bradley will fucking kill me if I forget my suit!" I smiled to myself. "The man's a dick for getting married anyway!" I walked towards the door, 'Fuck, is it open?' The lights we...
Disclaimer: I do not own Person of Interest and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's note: This story takes place just after alternative Season 5, but no real spoilers. ***** "Let's just get this over with." Shaw grumbled. "Awww, baby. Don't be like that." Root pouted, bef...
Author's notes; Hello again. First, the legal crap. This is a Copyrighted work and all that implies. No unauthorized copying, reproduction or usages without the author's (that's me BTW) permission. This is on an adult site with adult themes., If you find this offensive... then don't bloody read the damn thing! All fictitious persons engaging in any fictitiou...
There is a most exclusive club in Los Angeles called "The D Club". You won't find it on any maps or street directories because for most people it does not exist. It is situated in the disused underground level of a famous hotel and the members pay well to be left alone by the hotel. There are only 36 members, they are all extremely rich women who are real li...
__ FOREWORD This story is a first of a planned plethora, although I make no promises to submitting the rest. I have not finished writing them and do not know how well this will be received as this is my first every erotic story. To be frank, beyond essays in school, this is the first story I've ever written. I hope I'm not as terrible as I think I am at wri...
I was awakened, on Thursday morning, by a hellacious thunderclap. My foggy mind managed to relate this event to the possibility that it was raining outside. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and saw the never-fail morning cup of coffee sitting on the nightstand. I used extra caution with the first sip, as yesterday I had nearly been scorched. It's hot...
This story is based on true events and is my second story. Thank you for reading :) ************************************************* A warm breeze floated in through the open window into the small bedroom, Matthew and Emily had kept all the windows open in the house, they weren't used to the hot weather. Warm winds always came off the sea straight into th...
"Where have you been?" Lady Firanda demanded imperiously of Zerafina. "And where is my maid? She was going to find you and, here it is, much, much later." Zerafina smiled at the Lady Firanda, an outward show of friendship that went only as far as her very full lips. Even if Firanda wasn't the stuck up spawn of an inbred nobility, Zerafina would have very li...