"Another new slave," Warcry remarked with disinterest, hobbling toward his bed with the help of his rusty metal crutch. A towel rested between it and his armpit, to soften its constant blow. "Tutor or gunmaster?" "What?" Needle asked. He was caught off guard by the question, and by the way he was staring at his new owner. Butterflies stirred in his stomach...
Jessica lifted her head from Eric's shoulder when they arrived at another closed door. She slid from his grasp, standing on her now-stable legs. He dropped the arm from around her lower back, fishing his fingers into the pocket of his open jacket, and from it, pulled a black, satin blindfold. Jessica watched intently while Eric slid the shiny material thro...
I joined the company in the month of May year 2005. After a tumultuous time at a BPO - where we learnt that there are no nights to go home, only late evenings and then early morning. Food so pathetic that the taste buds went for a toss. Only thing that kept the eye open were the ladies on and off the floor (standard term for a place where calls are taken) o...
I. The night air was cool and refreshing after the heat of the party. Too many people and music too loud for such a confined space. You wouldn't have thought that such a big house in the middle of nowhere would have felt confining but when you crowd almost a hundred people in it then things can get crowded pretty fast. It seemed that Todd knew everyone and...
Yawning, Heather triple checked the plan for the run later, while drinking wonderfully hot hazelnut coffee out of her favorite pig mug. The target was going to be at the Starbucks at exactly 7:45pm, as he had done every Saturday for the past 7 years, where he will order his usual: a low-fat skim milk caramel-macchiato with exactly 1 and a quarter inches of w...
How had it come to this? The words resounded in her head resonating deeply as if seeking pale-echoed form deep in her very soul. The question might well have been some ancient jest formed for rhetoric’s celebration of its own teasing nuance. Of course, she knew exactly how she had come to this. She knew the road down which she had travelled to arrive at th...
She leaned in to kiss him and withdrew quickly when his lips moved to meet hers. They liked to play this invisible game of tug-o-war, teasing each other into the chase. "You're naughty." He said pinning her arms to her sides, leaving her defenceless. "And you love it!" she giggled, wiggling free of his grasp and taunting him to chase her. "Come here you...
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I honestly didn't know butch women bodybuilders like getting dominated and fisted, I said with a condescending smile as I shoved my fist deeper inside Yasmeen "Yaz" Wahid's tight pussy. The short-haired, muscular Lebanese Muslim dyke groaned softly and I playfully smacked her face. Yasmeen's eyes flashed with anger but there was absolutely nothing she could...
Anyway, one Sunday after our usual dinner Jaz announced that she wanted to try a little experiment. Sure, I was game for just about anything as long as it was her and me doing it together. Strip? No problemo. Stretch out on the bed? I'm there. Hold still while she uses silk scarves to tie my arms and legs to the bedposts? Wait - what? "Jaz, you don't need t...