The slave girl kneels on the floor by a corner of the bed. She holds a wooden bowl in her lap. The bowl contains some pieces of fruit and nuts. She is wearing only a scarf tied about her hips. Her gaze is directed to the floor. The slave girl is not happy. Since she came to my house, she has been the supervisor of my lady's bedchamber. Last night, there was...
If you have the time you can e-mail me and tell me what you thought. * * * * * While Damon was waiting for Justine to get the account numbers for what was rightfully his money, Damon decided to get a job. Even though he would soon receive more money than he would ever need he didn't want to sit around here for a week doing nothing. One of his friends had...
Standard disclaimers. This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this. . Al...
My husband Felix and I had just moved in our new two story house in Waxahachie, a suburb of Dallas. We I loved it. It was five acres with a pool and sauna. The house was in the middle of the lot and the houses around it were spaced so there was privacy. Our dream. My high school friend Paige was just down the road and past her was Charles and Sandra McKee'...
A very nasty fuck story with redemption in the end; there are strong anal themes. The story begins with a "reluctant" role play. "I don't want your cunt, my pretty little bitch, I want your tight little ass. You won't suck my cock, don't want me to go down on you and just lie there when I fuck your sloppy pussy. I'm tired of this shit. Spread your cheeks fo...
She was nineteen years old, from Glaavorn in the far North of Sweden. Tall and blonde and beautiful. Blue eyed with golden skin. A young Nordic goddess. She stood at the ironing board pressing one of his shirts. It was her third week as au pair to the Corduffs, and the first time Corduff had stayed home. He had a cold. Or said he had. She finished the shirt...
Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others. **This is a stand-alone story.** F...
She should have been mad. She should have thrown me out there and then. Instead my wife was disturbingly calm and reasoned. She was going to be worse than angry, she was going to get even. She was going to make sure I got what was coming to me for sleeping with that cute piece of ebony ass and that I would truly regret it. Although we were white, we lived r...
Part 10: Intrusion The massage had been wonderful she thought as she lay there, towel covering just her bottom, tits down pressed into the warm soft pad on the massage table. Jade had taken extra care to point out and rub the 9 pressure points on her spine, shoulders and lower back that led to arousal. After the initial rub down and acupressure, Jade had di...
It has been about four years since Debra and I graduated from college and got jobs, and about two years since we got married in a small ceremony here in this same college town. Our sex life has not only continued to be hot, but is as adventurous as ever. The following is an example of what I'm talking about. Since developing her photographic skills during h...