(Author's note: Inspired by my friend, B. A. - you know who you are) I'd had a few drinks. I admit that. Let me make it clear that I was not drunk. The alcohol had merely lowered my inhibitions – not that I, a kinky, sexually active woman, have that many inhibitions to begin with. New carpeting had been installed in my apartment that day, and its fumes...
As Barbara left her office that day, she was more than ready for the weekend. Her boss, the dumb ass, had been even more of a prick than usual. He was so demanding, nothing was ever right, it all had to go his way and, he was a stupid bastard as well. He was one of those administrators who, because he had a university degree, thought he knew everything. H...
* A chain story in short chapters by co-authors AsylumSeeker, SxRx and WhiteWave48 * Ch. 02 - The Mob Connection Anthony 'Tony' aka 'The Closer' Matassini was a man of his time, but with a solid respect for the past. He might wear a new style now and then, but only if it had a classic look anyway and his tailor found it 'good, good'. If he got the frow...
John Hawk My name’s John Hawk. I’m now in my forties, somewhere this side of fifty. Widowed, my wife died of cancer, ten years ago. Since that time I’ve done quite a lot that I probably never would have done if she hadn’t died. Partly because of our relationship, partly just because of life. I’m a fairly good-looking man. Not overly so, but nice enough...
We reached Baghdad in the early evening. It was warmer than I thought as we checked into the Hilton. Peter had already arranged for Ali and Leila to drop by at the suite we had taken and it was my job to "manage" Ali while he would make sure that Leila was adequately shafted. I had a quick bath and changed to a very sheer sleeveless gown. The white gown hig...
Author's note: First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story. I greatly appreciate his help in improving the story and its readability. Next, if you've read my earlier stories and like the theme you can skip the rest of this, it's redundant. The central theme in this story is Female Dominat...
His lust was building inside his very soul as it battled his control over the situation. The need to just rip off any article of clothing she may have and bury his erection as deep into her as he could there by completely forgetting her punishment wrestled with her need in order to learn her lesson. His leg bounced as a physical manifestation of his own stru...
Amber had been a total slut the night before, sucking and fucking me in every position after she had been licked by Tom. He hadn't said anything which surprised me, but then again she told him to keep it a secret, and he had been pretty quiet the few days since it happened. She told me that she had left him a nice wet pair of panties yesterday, and after I...
It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. We're just sitting around, half-watching tv, and you've been throwing hints at me all day. Acting coy for a change, I've resisted, simply blushing at you and giggling as your innuendos bounce off my chest. You know I'm taking a pathetic stab at revenge, you having resisted me completely the night before, just to piss me off. You...
Yesterday was unbelievable. I did feel guilty about breastfeeding my nephew, but I didn't really feel guilty about breastfeeding Monty. I am obsessed with my breasts and I will let anyone that is willing to look at them, play with them and feel them up! I masturbated three times that night and milked my breasts every regularly. When I woke this morning, th...