Today, Hailey was in her maid's costume again. This one was slightly different from the ones she had worn before. On the face of it, it was quite modest, with a high neck and lace collar, long sleeves with pretty lace edging and it fell below her knees. She wore black lace stockings with a garter belt, and four inch heels on her feet. But no restaurant would...
The tang of blood stained the insides of my cheeks. I lay there, still, motionless... inert, that was defiantly one of the longest times Drew had ever beaten me. I don't even remember what I did that got him so mad; maybe the living room wasn't clean enough. Or the soup, he hates when it when I cook to spicy food. My left eye was swollen shut and my top lip...
I went to the bathroom and started to shut the door. "Leave dat open, whitebread." I did. It didn't take long to strip off what little I had on. Stepping in I was surprised at how little of his sperm had leaked out of me. It had matted and tangled my light brown pussy hair, but none had run down far enough to ruin my stockings this time. The bathroom was as...
AUTHORS NOTE: This lovely story which I love so very much, was kindly edited by innocent_angel. Please, read and comment heavily! I really need to know what you think about this so comment, comment, comment! C8ER2U * November 25th 1955 I had just given birth. Hadn't been two weeks and them Caulfield's done called me in; talkin bout they needed me for tha...
"Jack," she called from the kitchen of their small house, "Jack, you need to take the cow to the market." "No!" Jack protested. Milky white was his friend, his only friend. He didn't want to lose her like he lost the chickens and the goat. "Why do we have to sell her too?" "Jack, she doesn't give milk, she is no use to us." "But mum, we don't need to sell...
"Your body is fine, dammit." I was getting into trouble, but I wasn't *about* to pimp out my wife, even if she thought it would prove that she was still beautiful. I told her that I didn't think having her whore around was the way to prove that, although, when I told her that, she said that it would be de facto proof she was still OK in the body department...
"Slut." You look me over, appraising my immodest outfit from the floor on up—Mary Jane pumps, bare legs, plaid skirt that barely covers my ass, blood red top with a plunging neckline, a silver cross nestled between my breasts—and say it again, a quiet edge in your voice: "Slut." You tuck my hair behind my ear, revealing my fragile neck where yo...
It started with a scream. Valda was traveling through the Endless Canyons, an appropriately named expanse of nearly uninhabited sandrock beds, carved by ancient rivers only a few of which remained. She was resting under a gnarly tree by one such stream, cursing the hot sun as she tried to figure out if she was lost in this dry maze of stone and brush. She...
Rebecca and Mallory led Katie through a series of escalators and elevators until they reached a special section of parking. Mallory was leading Katie by her American flag styled leash, Katie walking behind with her hands cuffed behind her back. Rebecca took out a set of keys and unlocked their vehicle -- evidently a black van with very clear windows: Katie c...
The swamp's humidity clings to the aged kestrel's skin, fighting for coverage with nightsweat that has drenched his bare chest, shoulders and back. His breath comes quickly, panting; he remains seated on his cot struggling to reach composure. His gaze jerks quickly about the dimly lit chapel, the rolling smell of incense juxtaposed with that of the marsh and...