Mrs. Mower hit Send on her phone and then waited, purse in hand, for her Uber ride. She constantly glanced out of the front window, hoping the driver would arrive faster than his pace shown on her the Uber app. She was tapping her foot, walking back and forth in the foyer of her house, and peeking out of the window, all in that order. Her body was tight. He...
Many thanks to ViWriter for helping me edit this story. It's not required to read parts one and two first, but this story assumes you have, so some things may be confusing if you haven't. The most important information to know is that Julia is wearing a remote-controlled vibrating clit ring that can detect how close she is to orgasm and tease her accordingl...
Author's note: This is a short piece in the general theme of my previous fetish ones. There's a nasty ending which was much darker originally. Thanks to an unnamed fan who gave valuable editing advice, you know who you are (I would happily give named credit, but I don't want to out folks unnecessarily). No warm fuzzies in this, there's no General Audience r...
I'm Allie, 56-year-old wife & mom. My 25-year-old son likes to bring some of his friends over that are 18-25 and make me act all flirty with them and dress up in stuff like short shorts and miniskirts. In real life I'm a fairly conservative, short, bubbly blonde... a bit like a cute little muffin see and I've mentioned earlier how my son and his friend totes...
Carry forced a moan as her lips encased her Master's spit-lubed cock. Her tongue swirled around his member while she started to bob her head back and forth. Her Master exhaled, relaxing, as his slave serviced him. His half-closed eyes looked over her head at the baseball game on the television. Her Master's smooth, rigid dick usually calmed her troubles when...
It was a miserable, rainy day in London on 15 November 1939. Most of the city's inhabitants sat in their houses; children that usually were frolicking outside were forced to entertain themselves indoors due to the very heavy rain that drowned the city. Rain crashing down from the heavens filled the eardrums of most of London's population, except for the pati...
One thing Nick knew was that being one armed really sucked. Every time he moved his injured shoulder, pain radiated down his arm and across his back. He held his towel closed over his hips as he looked around the locker room. Since he'd been given the shift off, he was back at the station to clean up and collect his stuff. Because the other men were still...
For the next few weeks, Amy didn't see much of Nick, and when she did it seems he was always busy and heading somewhere in a hurry. She had the distinct feeling that he was avoiding her. The creep. What was wrong with him anyway? They had had a great time together and now her body was thirsty for more of his hard and delicious body. Instead he seemed to ha...
Lazy Afternoon Melissa walked back into the house, the screen door banging shut behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the house, she wandered over to Erik's study on the top level, to see if he was there. In the yellow pool of light from his desk lamp, she could see that he was sitting in his chair, talking quietly with a woman standing next to...
Note: This story is the twenty-fifth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous twenty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I st...