Sally's mind was confused, when she woke this morning. She didn't know what to expect. Yesterday when she was introduced to Mark's slave, it had woken desires she never thought would surface again. When she escaped her slavery, she vowed to never put herself into such a position again. But looking at Carrie kneeling on the floor as they entered the apartment...
Suzanne woke up the next morning. Her body ached and her face still crusted with dried cum. She slowly walked into her bathroom and looked in the mirror. She was still wearing Darius's wife beater, her right breast sticking out of the arm hole. A tear ran down her cheek as her mind drifted back to yesterday. She had voluntarily driven to a park, stripped off...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote. There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18-years-old. * Lord Dudley has sex with his Head Cook, Susan. Continued from Chapter 03: He had no idea if she was in his bedroom for sex or, as she said, if she was really there just to check up on him. Wishing he k...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. I dedicate this story to Walter. * A devoted husband, 68-year-old Walter, an older man, found love again with 39-year-old Susan, a much younger woman after his beloved Mary died. Continued from Chapter 04: Being careful not to make him feel small and ruin her chance with him, she continued with her e...
They were walking in the meadow. Both were young. Today was her eighteenth birthday. She was sweet, pretty and very innocent. He was older, strong, handsome and not so innocent. They were laughing, running and dancing. The sun was setting. A cool breeze was caressing the grass. They are happy, happy to be together. They sit down in a shady spot to catch th...
We got our implants five years after they were developed, and were beginning to get cheaper. We didn't go for the full integration; that just seemed like too much. Like giving up our minds to the feed. We can turn them off. And we do when we need to think. We can also pull out the chip, like a hard reset. Everything else is passive, the chip does all the wor...
There are times in our life that we just shouldn't be alone. At obvious things such as giving birth, going into surgery or getting life changing news we seem to have a loved one with us to hold our hand. The list is long of things that we go through with someone right there to carry part of the weight for us. But what about a time when we really need someo...
The two of us, her a middle-aged divorcee, me much younger, were coupled amidst muddled sheets, wrapped in murky shadows skulking about her bedroom in a tropical vacation bungalow near a white sand beach. Her ruby cum fuck me pumps unshackled, on the floor; my young man's practical, proper, in fashion shoes nearby. Her red lace panties, the crimson balconet...
Whenever he thought about that day, it was through rain. It had been a cold, nasty, miserable, wet day. Umbrellas, slickers, boots, nothing kept the chilly fog out of his clothes. He decided to go home early, spend some time with the wife. Why not? They hadn't been spending much time together as it was. She was always nattering on about something like that....
The author was restlessly walking in circles, orbiting a suite of sofas and chairs, which made up the center of their suite's living room. Through the bedroom door, Eliza eyed her sleepily for a while, still stretching and rubbing her eyes. After all of last night's turmoil, the assistant had some much needed rest, to process all the new impressions. Imogene...