I woke up to the sound of chatter and clanking of cutlery and porcelain in the kitchen. James and the girls were getting breakfasts ready and the table set up. Strangely, I felt there was someone missing from the group. "Morning," I said, my eyes narrow slits, still adjusting to the morning light. "Morning," the girls greeted in almost perfect sync as they...
Hi folks, I'd just like to open this diary entry with a quick thanks to all of my readers. It's been an honour and a turn on to know that there are people who enjoyed Entry 1. Now it's time to get down to what you all came for (pun intended, I hope), Entry 2. J had collapsed forward, forcing all of his weight onto me, smothering me into the bed. I could fe...
Sunday—Requiem I don't know how long I slept, but I woke much more rested than the night before. I think the previous two days had exhausted all of us, including our Mistress. What finally awakened me was the sound of lots of activity at the head of the four poster bed. A six foot wooden frame with a pulley suspended from the top rail was in place. I hadn'...
Marie stood on her porch, admiring the evening sky as it burned off from the horizon. She smiled after a while, remembering that today was the first day she could do that, stand, without enduring constant aching pain that shot from her spine to her feet. It had been months since she was herself. Becoming injured in childhood was one thing; but to be 41 with...
© copyright Mark J Daniels 2006 1 The rain hammered down on the car's windscreen, as hard and furious as the rhythm of Christine's hand, tightly gripped around Jack's straining cock. His head was back, mouth open, breath gasping as her hand pumped furiously at his shaft. It had been a long day, charged with sexual energy. The atmosphere between the two of...
Irene Giles wasn't in homeroom that day. At the moment she was being marked absent she was trudging into town on Main Street to spend the day with Bill, or, with any luck, just the morning. Shaky and irritable, she'd thrown up dry that morning. She knew what she needed, and she was going there as fast as she could, before he changed his mind. She'd made her...
"Can I, like, stick it in your ass?" I was like, "Oh my God!" His cock felt real good in my pussy, but... "I – I guess so. Will it, like – hurt?" "No, Donna baby, it'll be cool. You'll love it." See, Trent is, like, this amazing hunk. He is so a total jock. He's captain of the football team, and he, like, plays soccer and stuff. And he's sooo cute! L...
The script hit the desk with a thump and her long sigh fell over the front page. Lacey read the title over and over, rubbing her temples, wondering who to call first, husband or agent. She didn't want to look weak, not now, not for anybody. Every page—and she had read them all—every page had LACEY CHABERT printed across in red ink. It had been exhilarating...
Dear readers, This is my entry in the 2012 Halloween Story Contest. Votes and comments are greatly appreciated. Those familiar with my writing will know there will be significant character development before we get to the juicy parts, but we WILL get to the juicy parts. That being said, if you're looking for a quick stroke story, this is probably not the o...
Story edited by Spyro. I would like to thank the editor for doing a great job with the editing of my story. I have made some minor changes after the edit. If there are any errors in the grammar, it is my doing. I hope you enjoy the story and I am open to any comments. Enjoy. **************************** Chapter 1 Radio FM: "It's the first Saturday of Aug...