(This is a continuation of "My First Session with Her" and incorporates Staci from "Domination Road Trip." I have attempted to make this story stand alone, but it may make more sense if you read the other two stories first to get a background on the characters.) My owner, Ms. Andrea, was finally satisfied with the blow job I'd given her strapon, and relea...
The night was hot. There was some humidity in the air, but that was to be expected, after all it was August. The balcony of my house overlooked the Pacific Ocean, and the slight breeze felt good against my tingling skin. I knew he was coming tonight. I don't know how I knew, I just did. The anticipation alone was almost enough to send shivers through me, de...
I was stood facing Mistress Rosa's assembled guests, not at all afraid, proud of my position as her slave, my leash held by the trembling little Spanish maid, Pilar, who certainly was scared. I had been 'prepared' to be presented to my Mistress's guests, and wore a wholly transparent long white dress, which left my breasts and back completely exposed. My ni...
Pillow Talk By Michele Nylons Chapter Seven – CBGB Michelle Clooney met with Linda Gordon in her pokey flat down at Hunts Point but told her nothing what had happened at the Pine Barrens. Far from it; the way Michelle told it, she had met Nicky ‘The Wop’ and Vinnie Boccia at a coffeehouse in Little Italy and they had hatched their scheme there. “So you...
When he walked into the playroom he saw Robin sitting in one of the chairs drinking a beer. Sonya turned around and pointed to the other chair. "Sit puto." Debbie did as told and his boner made a very obvious tent out of his skirt, it didn't bother him though because it matched Robin's pants. Sonya left without a word and Debbie picked up the drink on the...
The rain was falling in sheets, the sky dark from the cloud cover even though it was barely past 5 pm on this mid-July Tuesday. I was in bumper-to-bumper traffic half a mile from home, my forward progress thwarted by train after train full of downtown Chicago commuters passing through the crossing a few blocks ahead. As I sat waiting to drive forward my eye...
"Why do you shave?" Jeff asked. He glanced toward his wife, then directed his attention back to the road. "What do you mean?" Lisa asked. Jeff glanced over again. They had just exited the tollway and were only a few minutes from their suburban home. Lisa's gaze had not left her phone. "What do I mean 'why?' or what do I mean 'shave?'" he asked. He kept...
*** Excerpts from Stephanie's Research Diary August 12: Today, at the base of a tree, Jacob found a nest with a completely new species of beetle. It's large enough to fill up most of the palm of my hand. They occasionally release a small dose of a sweet-smelling pink pollen-like substance. Jacobson inhaled most of a dose when he first found them, which pro...
CHAPTER 47: STEVE'S PLAN On Saturday evening at 1955, Lauren Spencer drove her borrowed pickup truck up to the gates of Barton Quigley's mansion. The slab faced hired security guards watched her silently as she used her key fob to open the huge cast iron gates. Realising that she was one of the few to be actually authorised to enter the grounds unescorted,...
I'm spending the week at the Sequoia RV Ranch, just eight miles from Sequoia National Park, with my friend, Catherine. She and I have been walking partners for most of the year and sexual partners for just as long. After a month apart, we are back together to spend time hiking and making love. This morning we set out for a long hike along Sugar Pine Trail i...