Master left this morning for work. I am normally up and making breakfast, but I was dead asleep in bed when he left. When I woke up a package and a card sat on the table. I was as excited as a little girl and took a minute to reflect on him. I was his little girl, always had been. He was my Daddy, took care of me in everyway needed. I quickly ripped off the...
"You know I'm going to hook up tonite, right?" The words stung coming from my wife's mouth. She was in the bathroom leaning in to the mirror doing her eye make up. She was naked except for a white thong that strangled her perfect hips. "Babe..." I started. "Don't 'Babe' me," she cut me off as she spun around on her bare feet like a stripper and stepped i...
This is a continuation of my first story The Girl of my Dreams. **** The weekend after that Friday just seemed to drag on. I couldn't wait till I could see Emily again on Monday. I kept replaying the events of Friday in my head over and over again. I got so caught up in my own mimed I forgot to tell Jackson about my night. Once I finally remembered I had a...
Chapter 13 Roxanne felt like a nerve wreck walking through the busy main hall of the mall. Her face smelled strongly of Leila's feet and judging from some of the gestures people they passed made, she guessed others could smell it to. If only the ground would open up beneath her feet, she would be so grateful. Instead she just tried to stay as close to Savan...
As with most of us, I too am a hard working young lady who works to pay bills and maybe if I'm lucky get to take a week or two off for vacation every year. My job is that of a server for one of the major sit down restaurant chains. I work long shifts and am on my feet for hours at a time as are my co-workers. We do our best to give our customers the best ser...
Afternoon at the slave spa I'm walking on air as I heel the Mistress back to Her chain of girls. "I'm a 9! I'm a 9!" keeps running through my mind. My ankle chain seems to sound particularly jolly as I practically prance in my twelve inch steps. I play with my wrist cuffs behind my back just to hear the cute small clinks of that chain. I hold my head high,...
Avery Stills twirled the plastic sword in her drink, totally absorbed in maintaining the circular pattern. The 24 year old beauty had already forgotten which number this drink was for her, but enough to cloud her usually sharp mind. She paid no mind to the bass bumping beat, nor the hundred or so screaming people partying inside the club she occupied. Avery...
Chapter 9: Sex with the Virgins Curtis's narrative As the two Range Rovers sped across the desert highway I found myself sat in the rear seat between two hefty, hard looking Bedouin tribesmen who stared silently ahead of them refusing to answer any of the many questions I threw at them. I have to admit I was terrified of the situation; not so much for myse...
Disclaimers: This story is not appropriate for people under the age of 18. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Any resemblance to other people, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. This story contains women of fantastic heights, gigantic curves, and a massively endowed gentleman. If any of this isn’t your cup of tea, please turn around...
I was a nineteen year old guy fresh out of high school and facing a possible ten year prison sentence due to my involvement in a mugging last July. It was now October and the court system seemed to be taking its time to go through the arraignment and pre-trial process. If I were to say the thought of prison didn't scare me I would be lying. In fact I was so...