Junko stepped into the room and rebolted the door. "How is my disgusting little pervert doing, Mayumi?" "His ass is one hot little fuckhole." "Oh yes it is." And then they switched to Japanese- I knew that the customs officer was relating the tale of my humiliation and that Junko was laughing along as she told Mayumi of her encounter with me on the plane....
Note - this is the final story of the Play series. ***** SETTING THE TABLE "Hey Kat. I thought you and I might enjoy a final dinner alone tonight?" Kat looked up. The look was a blend confusion and exasperation. "Max. I told you that Sloan is back in town for one night." "Right." I paused. "I guess she can join us." "OK. That sounds fine. Let me check...
Mariella Yasimoto-Johnson is the name, and I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Japanese-Canadian mother and a Jamaican immigrant father. Five-foot-eleven, brown-skinned, black-haired and brown-eyed, sturdy and curvy but fit, that's me. I am the unique daughter of two different worlds. It's not easy being a mixed-race woman in the Confederation o...
Note to reader: The Japanese Tea ceremony depicted here is far from accurate. A few small details within the text hint at this. Thank you goes out to Shadows, Lady Kouka, and Lady Jalina Butterflies fluttered around her heart. The light broth she ate for lunch hovered in the back of her throat. She trained and prepared for over a year just for this moment...
Looking over her shoulder at her backside in the mirror, she softly traced the welt on her ass with two fingertips. The lightness of her own touch mixed the signals of the pain with a tinge of pleasure which sent a shiver through her enough to make her nipples stand erect. She paused and look at her own eyes in the mirror wondering who that woman was looking...
Since commencing correspondence with Cute Little Pixie I had maintained other connections too, these were mostly a few email conversations and one of them, a polish woman was keen to meet to see if I was 'ze man to tie up me'. We were to meet at lunchtime at a restaurant at London Waterloo station. Despite several emails confirming the arrangements she no-sh...
************************ Brentwood's private quarters were both sumptuous and stately, yet fittingly masculine - elaborate beyond anything Violet was accustomed to. Tonight was the first time that Brentwood had taken Violet here; doubly so. A small antique clock with a lighted face cast a pale blue glow across the otherwise darkened bedroom. Violet had note...
I returned home from work to find My slave kneeling just inside the doorway, wearing only her favorite collar with the cascading chains brushing her breasts as she moved. It was always a wonderful way to return from a long day at work, or particularly from the occasional business trip. But this day, I could tell, was special. Her smile announced a surprise....
Sakura walked her adopted three paces behind her Sensei. At other times He would have stopped eventually, wagged His finger with mock annoyance and motioned her to His side but today He was in essence not here, He wandered somewhere between earth and void. The black ceremonial haori hung like a weight upon His shoulders, the usual straight line gone replaced...
"Mom, I think that truck is following us." Said the young blonde with curly hair "What truck?" Replied the older blonde woman. "The one that has been behind us since our last gas stop." "Maybe it's a coincidence?" "The map says this road leads one way and that way is the cabin." Said the daughter checking the...