Miss Mabel: chapter 2. Sunday at Home After I had dealt with Miss Mabel and Miss Emily, our relationship was subtly changed, and more observant people, less wrapped up in themselves than Mrs Bissell and Miss Harriet, would have noticed it and commented. Whilst Miss Mabel was, if anything, friendlier and rather playful, Miss Emily was rather timid and ill at...
~Author: I hope you enjoy the story so far. And I'm looking forward to hear from you thank you for reading. ~ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ She was quiet while, John drove home like a man on a mission. Katrina was in the passenger seat biting her lip trying to find a way out of all this. She was so scared to go home with him. She knew what he wante...
A windy and sharply cold January night all alone, just me and a nearly empty glass of pinot noir – it seems that something is speaking to me. This longing that I've avoided dealing with ... this longing to be dominated. This feeing has been consuming me for months now. This need to be controlled, used, and made to be submissive is so overwhelming that I can...
"I have a treat for us both tonight Jenna," Cory tells me as he leads me by the hand into the bedroom. I follow unquestioning as I have learned of the pleasure we seem to find together. He knows some of my deepest fantasies and seems to delight in bringing them to life for me. As I enter the bedroom I can tell he has been busy preparing. Candles flickering...
She sat with her head slightly bowed down, her mind whirling, feeling the power of the car beneath her naked flanks. Her thoughts turning as she thought the car matched so perfectly to Him. It was a midnight blue Jaguar, with cream-colored leather interior. Sleek and powerful just as He. Without her knowing, a small smile graced her lips as she made the corr...
Disclaimer: All rights to the characters, objects, etc. are owned by CE Webber, Sydney Newman and the BBC Network. ***** The Doctor couldn't believe his eyes as he examined the TARDIS monitor. On the screen plain as day, was the face of his long lost daughter, Jenny. The last time he saw her, he was in his last incarnation. He thought she was dead, but the...
The private jet touched down on the Kennedy airport runway. The party on board could see the cars they would be using start across the tarmac. This was the way to travel. No waiting, no hassle just pure comforts and lots of service. Peggy urged them to hurry as their tickets for Annie get your Gun were in one hour and nobody knew how heavy the traffic was...
Here I am bound, yet I am free. I can see nothing, the hood over my eyes obscures my vision beautifully. When I entered the room five minutes ago, there were three items laid out on the bed- a pair of cuffs, a collar, and the hood I am now wearing, which covers my entire face save for a hole for my mouth. There were no instructions; all those had been given...
Prologue: This story is a continuation of my story, "Liam's First Massage". Please read it before reading this story. These stories are fiction but incorporate true personal experiences. Thanks! Driving to Betty's office, feeling dampness between her legs, Jean was thinking, "What if Liam had been completely naked when I gave him that massage, such a large...
On Friday night, Camilla and Candice went out to a club called 'NRG' to dance. Both girls were wearing cleavage-revealing dresses that went down just a few inches below their crotches; they were hoping to find a man both of them thought would be appealing enough to share as a lover in a threesome. Their compromise would have been a man in his late thirties:...