Michelle heard the door close and the sound of his footsteps walking into the living room. As always, she was waiting in the position he had instructed her in. She was just in front of the couch, in the middle of the carpet. With the exception of the silk scarf that covered her eyes, she was completely naked. She was on her knees and sitting back on her heel...
In Part 1 of the story John Carroll, a middle-aged dentist, has relocated to a Latin American country to practice his trade and enjoy himself. He has hired a live-in maid, Tina, and made it clear to her that she must satisfy his every need in order to keep the job, which she badly needs. Tina is sexually submissive and has no problem with the arrangement. Jo...
Part 17: Why Don't We Do It in the Road? At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't alre...
"How did it go?" Gretchen asked when I returned to the car. "Did you have a good time with the birthday boy?" "Birthday girl is more like it. There's just one thing I'd like to know, when you were in the vault with Danny, you kept talking about his big cock. From what I've just seen, it doesn't look very impressive." She laughed, "That was for you, silly....
“So this is your room, Miss Alba!” the boy said as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, showing her inside with an almost excessively polite gesture. Jessica smiled tiredly as she walked in. A nice small room, not the usual luxury she had almost come accustomed to during the last few years of her acting career, but the decent furnishing of a small mid-cl...
On my way to Annie's again. Wednesday afternoon, I wondered if she was back yet, or would I see Meg again. To think I wouldn't of given any woman of Meg's or Annie's age a second glance a week or so ago. I'd certainly look twice now. There's a lot to be said for an experienced woman that's for sure. Closing the gate behind me I walked past Annie's back doo...
Journal entry, 8 May. I knocked and she opened the door. She wore business clothes: heels, stockings, dress, and jacket. I kissed her with urgency, short and passionate. "I promised to fuck you as soon as I see you," I said, leading her into the hotel room. I bent her over the bed and flicked her dress onto her back, then I yanked her crotchless pants o...
One of my favorite lessons today, how to hold and use a cane and I suppose the paddle, which I have never used. Poppy had packed 8 canes into the pool que bag I use when doing displays etc. The 2 whippy canes had handles and obviously stuck out of the end. She wiped each one with the surgical wipes I use after every session. Good Hygiene is at the top of my...
"If I ever deal with a Black man again, he'd have to be different, I would need a Black man who can admit he eats female ass, and isn't afraid of my damn strap-on," Madina Ali said, and the tall, curvy and scantily clad, masked young Somali Muslim woman smiled at her unseen audience. Got them freaks right where I frigging want them, she thought with a happy...
Fatima Bhatti sat in her living room in her nice townhouse in the City of Nepean, Ontario, watching a soap opera. She'd been watching Days of Our Lives for decades and could never get tired of it. Still, on a day like today, her favorite soap did nothing to assuage her mood. She was feeling quite lonely. After raising two adult sons and a daughter, and adapt...