Getting up in the morning was pure hell. Somehow, I made it through PT without breaking down. Thankfully, the Major had absented himself. While I showered and dressed in my inspection uniform, I cursed myself for the billionth time. How could I be such a stupid little fool. How could I let something like this happen? How could I let myself get so deep into a...
Growing up with my Aunt who was just a few older than me is something I will never forget. She was more like an older sister than anything else. As a result, in my teenage years, we had developed a close relationship. At sixteen years old she started working at the Dixie Dairy Bar a restaurant on the main drag in our hometown. It was a throwback to the old...
Introduction: After various sets of messages and comments, I have finally written the fourth part of this series. This is long and rich with eroticism, and would ask your patience. I hope to satisfy the arousing of the readers whom wanted this to happen. Thank you. A quick recap: Sushant's aunty is a dominant partner in her marriage with his submissive uncl...
Chapter 10 -- A moment in life with Victor Maria Elena woke up with a start. She was not in her own room, not lying uncovered on top of her own mattress. Instead, she was under a cover, sharing a warm bed with her lover. She nervously glanced at the bedroom door, realizing it was open. She remembered that Victor had closed it the night before. She wondered...
Not much sex in this work of fiction. If stroke material is what you're after, move along. Please read my profile for my stance on feedback. Feel free to email suggestions or start a conversation. Private messages work too. June Carter and Merle Kilgore: "The taste of love is sweet, when souls like ours meet. I fell for you like a little child, oh and flam...
Simon staggered in for work the day after the slave auction, his body stiff and sore. Mr Berne and the others in the post room were shocked to see the sissy's bruised and lacerated buttocks. Barry's stiff cock betrayed his feelings; whipping and torture excited him. His sadistic nature relished the thought of thrashing Sissy senseless. Sissy was his fuck t...
Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond The judge couldn't contain herself any longer. As she watched Brad and Wendy fucking like crazed, horny animals on the prosecutor's table top, Judge McCracken raised the hem of her judicial robe, answering the age-old question about what judges wear underneath. At least in her case, the answer was "nothi...
Despite Janet's general air of bonhomie, the luncheon was not characterized by free and easy give-and-take among the women present. The three judges were clearly still embarrassed, realizing that the others had seen these august personages bend over a humiliating punishment block better suited to a Victorian workhouse, lift their skirts and display their pan...
Prologue Horst Wessel considered himself a brave man. He seldom experienced fear, having become adept at avoiding situations likely to put him to the test. Instead, he sought those which guaranteed him power, and exploited them to the utmost. Tonight though, things had not begun well. Not well at all. As he left the tenement in which he lived, there had b...
Several weeks had passed since "curtain call" as I had come to refer to it. I had seen Mrs. B on numerous occasions since, briefly; just the usual greetings and comments. Nothing more was said about the incident. Danny and I were busy planning a weekend camping trip with a few of the guys in the neighborhood. This was a yearly event sponsored by one of the c...