The Brunette beauty and I took her Master's hands, one for each of us, and we led him from the crowded club. We arrived at his car, and he instructed us to ride in the backseat, we just smiled at each other and obeyed. Once we were situated in the car, he turned around and looked at us. We must have looked beautiful to him. Two eager women, desperate to plea...
"It's just that I feel so dirty and degraded. I don't know if I want this." Simone started crying for the third time since she had come to Dr. Ryan's office. She had detailed how her husband had 'fucked her face', as Dr. Ryan referred to the incident and how she had masturbated after he walked off. She tried in vain to make Dr. Ryan understand how degraded a...
Day 71 and the orgasm counter reads 7894. Vicky awakens to the gentle caress of her masters hand over her curves. He runs his hand over her small tummy and up under her breasts, and back down again just brushing her small patch of fur as he reaches the bottom of his arc. The tenderness of his touch sent tingles down through to her pussy, and for the first t...
Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for your votes and comments on my previous stories. This is an entry in the 2008 Winter Holidays Story Contest. I appreciate your reading and voting; and I encourage you to read the other entries as well. Happy Holidays to everyone. ------------------------------------------------------ "Oh Ted, you forgot one of you...
Do you remember the choose your own path stories you used to read when you were a kid? I do, and I loved them. Still do, as a matter of fact. So here's the deal. I am going to be the main character in your very own erotic Choose Your Path story. You're welcome. Here's how it works. After introducing myself I'll describe a scenario that is currently goin...
He smiled and kissed me atop my head, squeezing me tightly before releasing me and heading back into the bedroom. "We've got sightseeing to do...you promised," he said with a glimmer in his eye. I knew I'd promised him, and I would...but part of me wanted to stay in that hotel room forever with him. We slowly dressed, admiring each other as though we'd been...
Part I: Truth Fridays are no good for me, but come over Saturday... The radio played I knew I loved you before I met you as Kennedy smoked her Marlboro light and the rest of us was getting high. It's started as a truth or dare kind of thing where someone asked, after hearing rumors about what happened Friday night, if I loved Chris and it all just came o...
I had replaced the porch light with a red bulb. I had the bowl of miniature candy bars on the table next to the front door. Most of the lights in the house were out. The only one I left on was the lamp on the table next to my chair. In other words, I was ready for Halloween. The only thing missing was Sheila. I lost Sheila on Halloween three years earlier....
Early morning sun shines on the ship as it rests on an island in the tropical seas. Mor and Breen are snoozing on the floor of Mol Dett's ship. Mor has passed out, lying on top of Breen like a big orange frog. Breen on the other hand is alternately picking his nose with his thumb and his ear with his pinky finger, being careful not to wake Mor. The prox alar...
A semi autobiographical series using the Tarot for a ground. The High Priestess "(the Priestess) embodies the perfect woman and the essence of all that is female but not particularly feminine in a romantic sense . . .She is a teacher" Tarot Classic, Stewart B. Kaplan "Something is going on beneath the surface. . . the High Priestess appears when you nee...