Synopsis: In a phantasmagorical tale of sexual slavery, a mysterious man and woman, a generic sheik, twin submissives, and even some celebrities, come together in a story exploring submissive and dominant needs. Just for fun, there are many references and allegories to pop culture. It is surreal at times but it is not fantasy or a spoof. The story begins wi...
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While I was sad to leave my job I was also excited about the new one I had got. It was better money, a better position and more responsibility. I really thought I had found the perfect job and it was with nervous anticipation that I rolled up on the first Monday morning. I was 25 now and ready to settle down to a proper career, having jumped from job to job...
I awoke to the sound of thunder—a continuous crackling and rolling. Not loud though, as it was still far off in the distance. The room was warm and very dark. There was just a bit of a breeze twisting and turning the gauzy white curtains hanging before the open windows. In the darkness I could barely see them, almost ghostlike as they shimmered in the pale l...
Chapter Two: Little Red Corvette [*A note of explanation. The name I prefer is Bob. Melissa however chooses to call me Robert and her slight Spanish lilt [it sounds more like Row-bert] is so sensual I wouldn't have her call me anything else. Also many of my relatives call me Bobby even though I'm 50 something. I still love them even the ones that voted for...
Beau, Mary and I stared back at our aggressors as they moved closer. The goth had clearly chosen me as her first victim, perhaps because of my offensive smell. "Did you say it plans to think ahead, Beau?" I asked as his hands waved in the air before him. "What a fine Unholy Trinity we make! A whore, a gorilla and Captain Jack Fucking Sparrow!" "Shh!" he d...
I awoke early the next morning to the sound of the surf breaking and the throbs of a raging hard on. The oversized images from the big screen TV of Kelley’s married friend Jolene being seduced and ravished by the two friends whose beach cottage we were staying in were racing through my mind. Other thoughts mingled with those as I turned the coffee pot on and...
Bree I woke up the next morning with a dull ache between my legs, my panties were soaked through. I hadn't been able to get myself off without my vibrator; no matter what I did, nothing pushed me over the edge. I'd gone to bed sexually frustrated and in a rage, my vibrator sitting uselessly on my vanity table. I could feel my swollen folds rub against the...
Sunday morning began with a lazy breakfast; the women were both up around 7 am. They stayed in their pajamas until after they had eaten. Lauren made omelets with Renee acting as her sous chef. They worked together very well despite being only the second meal they had prepared together. Lauren seemed to forget about her own "no contact" rule, accidentally bru...
Shartan: I sat back and relaxed on the sofa. It had been a long day but now I was home. After many tries I had finally been able to get through to advocate Desai. He was in US but he was flying back that night he said. We fixed up a lunch meeting for the next day. That's all I could do until I saw him so I stopped worrying myself about it. When it was...