Celebs: Dove Cameron Codes: (MF, Oral, Cons, Drunk) Disclaimer: This story is fictional. None of this has ever happened or ever will happen. * Tonight was going to be a long night. I could just sense it. Doubling up as Dove Cameron's personal chauffer and bodyguard was not always easy. People thought Dove was a prefect little angel who did nothing wrong....
Standing atop the Empire State Building in New York City, a six-foot-tall, athletically built and handsome African-American man in his late thirties stood perfectly still, gazing thoughtfully at the vast metropolis. Anyone looking at him would see a tall, ruggedly handsome Black gentleman with chocolate skin, short Black hair cut into a style called a bald f...
Ch. I: Murder in 33-B Joseph Masterson, Ph.D., was a professor of religious studies at a major university in Los Angeles. He was a trim, alert handsome man of forty-three with a thin moustache, sharp eyes and impeccably dressed. He flashed around big-time money and had quite the eye for the ladies. Which is why Las Vegas was his favorite place and he made i...
Disclaimer: Yes, we know this drill all too well. We know I don't own a single iota of any of the gorgeous gals of DOA XTreme Beach Volleyball. None of them, nor one stitch of the dazzling swimsuits they prance around in so prettily...Ahem! Anyway. It's me, JohnB73, back with more fanfiction fun! This is part 2 of 3, and I have a couple of ideas regarding an...
"Damn!" Jocelyn cursed. Once again their date would fall through over the need to work late. This time she double cursed herself, because it was due to her needing to work late. And this time she didn't even try to make time for play too, she'd just wanted to get some alone time face to face over dinner with Mitch so she could feel that spark again. With th...
Note- This is my loving tribute to the delectable ass of Kaley Cuoco. ***** Kaley Cuoco left the Sherman Oaks yoga class in tiny thigh skimming black shorts and a plain black vest. The tv actress showed off her trim pins proudly as she hurried to her car. Her personal trainer had been helping Kaley in developing her lower body, in particular her butt. She...
The soft rope caresses my hands as it slides effortlessly around. I feel eyes watching, but the binding is all that matters. Too lose and it all goes for naught. Over and under the weaving goes, as the rope snakes upward through the eye hook above and is pulled through, but not too snug. Then with a quick flourish it is bound in place with no fear of it loos...
This story was entirely made possible with the guidance and infusion of ideas and help by Mistress Casey. The story can stand on its own but the characters were developed in the series entitled Spring Walk to a Mistress and Mistress Karinda's Directorial Debut. If you enjoy reading this story please vote or leave a comment. * The summer was coming to an en...
The sun was streaming through the bedroom window, another fine day beckoned as I awoke. My companion moved and got out of bed, reminding me that I was not alone. I recalled the delights of the previous evening and wondered what the morning would bring, I opened my eyes in time to see her disappear into the bathroom. The sound of her peeing gave me the sudden...
When Lenny and Johanna arrived at the party at around nine-thirty it was already in full swing. Lenny was not a party type but Johanna loved them. She had been invited to this one by her office manager, Tony Goodchild. He was a young guy, not particularly good looking but Johanna knew that he fancied her like mad. She had never given him any excuse to make...