Ann greeted me at the door, "hey, hello, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Yes, it had been too long, but we had one of those occasional relationships that often went several months with nothing going on, both of us too busy with the rest of our lives, and then we would meet a few times, usually quite close together. It suited us both and meant no pressure, an...
It's all written. I will post the rest of it, about five thousand words at a time, on Fridays. It won't take long to post it all. It isn't edited. I just don't have the time or patients right now. I wanted to go ahead and get it out there so those who were interested could 'finish' the story. I won't every actually finish it here, but the portion that was st...
My first week at the family business soon fell into an exhausting but pleasant pattern -- wake up; blowjob; breakfast; work all damn day; skip lunch; dinner; fuck Sam; sleep. Learning the slave trade on the job was like drinking from a firehose -- too damn much too damn fast. Twenty seven centuries of accumulated Imperial law combined with constant modern co...
Seeing her young slave in serious distress had overwhelmed Agnes beyond what she thought possible, and though she loathed showing her weakness before Patrick, she couldn't stop her softer side from emerging full force. Hearing the bell ring for the second time, she had just known something was wrong, and she knew it had to do with the iron collar. Though th...
Mike hurried out of the building, mentally checking off the things he still needed to do before he got home. He had been unable to work all day, distracted by the anticipation of his upcoming date with his neighbor Stacy. She was beautiful, smart, charming, and sexy as any woman he had ever met, and Mike couldn't wait to be alone with her. But Mike was als...
Taken, and loving it, 'eventually!' Here I was on my knees on my own bed with a black cock all the way in my open mouth, I was actually on my knees between his open legs, he was leaning in a sat up position against my headboard, my husbands and my headboard. He had his hand tight in my hair, my long blond hair, partly in a pony tail because some of my hai...
Cara is a changed woman; no long does she want the normal standard boring life. She has had a taste of sexual excitement to the extreme and now longs for more. Days of thinking about her work and friends have gone, and instead she finds herself constantly fantasizing about all the different scenarios and play rooms at "The Dungeon Room". Cara never before...
Author's note: This story takes place during season 2. *** The woman who called herself Amanda Clarke stared dumbfounded at her TV screen, unable to believe what she was hearing. It was true it might mean this nightmare was finally over... or it was just beginning. It all depended whether Emily Thorne, a.k.a. the real Amanda Clarke had done this, and if s...
It was Gill's 40th birthday and we had arranged a big party on the Friday night at a local social club. Family, friends and work colleagues had all been invited and a disco booked. Because we were likely to be dancing and drinking late into the night, I had arranged with my parents that our two kids would go home with them at about 10pm and then stay the nig...
Disclaimer: I have tried to make sure my historical information is correct and I'd like to think I haven't offended any Native Americans peoples with the telling of this tale. I am 1/8th Cherokee and am proud of that heritage. I'm not trying to show any Native Americans in a bad light... that is not my intention. Author's Note: The English-Cheyenne word tr...