It was mid-afternoon by the time Georgina and Roger got back to the yard. They had stopped by Roger's home in Little Sanctuary. Little Sanctuary was a cul-de-sac off Broad Sanctuary which ran off Parliament Square. Georgina agreed it was an ideal location. It was a grand mansion with six formal bedrooms, four public rooms including a ball room and ample serv...
Author's Note: The following chapter in this story is entirely the product of this author's imagination. The views of the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author or any other person. Be warned that sensitive readers will find some scenes extremely offensive. * The beginning of the end for Peter Marquis started in the home of Fidelis...
The crop was laid aside after I had administered it the tenth time. It hadn’t been a harsh whipping, but your arse was red and pleasing to my eye, and I hadn’t broken the skin. I ran my fingers lightly over it, and saw you flinch, but you didn’t moan or say a word. I went to the cupboard and got out some soothing ointment, and from here I could see your face...
His cock was standing straight up at the moment, but not of its own accord. Currently he was lying down and fully restrained. As Lance could not see at the moment all he could go off of was what he could hear and feel. At the very instant he realized this something else hit him and the world went black. What was happening to him? Somehow it was as if he was...
I never spent much time thinking about the world outside. When you grow up where I did, you never bother to. My tribe and I lived in a jungle surrounding a river delta, where we thrived on fish, birds, and whatever it pleased us to grow in our back gardens. Some time ago, however, all that changed forever. I was walking back home after the other men of the...
Thanks to Swingerjoe for previewing. For those who have followed Sandra's resort adventures, this story takes place before her public display at the hot tub, and certainly before her night-time tryst on beach beds. If you've not read other stories about Sandra at the resort, you might like "Barside", "Do You Trust Me?", and "Hot Tub Tantra Chair. "Hot Tub C...
My wife and I have been married for two years now. Unlike most of the marriages you hear about - we like to communicate between each other. I am 32 and she is 27. Our sex life is outstanding. She is never one to turn down something new (within reason). She also realizes that she has married a man with a very strong sex drive. So on those rare occasions when...
With one long tentacle wrapped around my waist, it flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my body so that I was on my hands and knees . . . so began the most terrifying experience of my life. ***** The weekend started like any other. Jack and I were Marine Biologists working at the Las Campas Marine Research Institute, and after a particularly stressful we...
The flickering flames of candles gave the red walls a softer burgundy hue. Margarite, the hostess, was lighting the final wicks while her guests rearranged the room in preparation for their evening. The one-room guesthouse where they would be performing their improvisational drama tonight was furnished minimally, a low chest of drawers and a futon being the...
All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. If you aren't at least 18 years of age, don't read this... blah, blah, blah. * 'So there I was, with my tongue up this chick's ass... She was looking back at me like, "Do I k...