The next day Wendy and I got through our first few matches with little effort. No one we played against inspired any sexual feelings in me, so I began to wonder if the panties had lost their magic. I stopped wondering when played against Megan, a practically boobless green-eyed redhead, and her husband Miles. Right away I despised Megan, mainly because she...
To: George Falstaff From Valerie Burbon Re: Updated entries for The Writer's Market George, These are the latest entries in The Writer's Market that we're considering. The old entries have been in need of revision since we've expanded the breadth of all our publications. The deadline for changes is just a week away, so quick action is needed. Mastering M...
I had just pulled up to Click’s when I saw her. She stood about five feet five inches tall and looked like a personal trainer. Black boots, black stretch pants and a brown top. All in all a very nice show, what made it even better was that the clothing was stretched to accommodate her slim figure. She had her hair back in plaits. All in all a very nice packa...
I let myself into her room and was about to call out, but before I could utter a sound I was struck by the scene in the adjoining bathroom. She was standing with her back to the open door. Her long blond hair was tied up in pigtails, the tips resting on her shoulders. She wore a cream colored blouse, but except for her white socks, she was naked from the wai...
I burst through the front door. "Hi, Sweetheart. I’m home." The house smelled of Pledge and Windex and from the kitchen I heard the sounds of running water. The carpet was freshly vacuumed. "I’m in here," came a soft voice from the kitchen. I parked my briefcase by the door, took off my dress shoes, hung my jacket in the closet and headed through the fam...
This was Van Dilden's first experience with a domina. Her name was Lady J. and as soon as he saw the pictures on her website he practically went into a trance just staring at them. He licked his dry lips. His heart started beating faster and he knew that he desperately needed to worship this woman's ass and asshole and to be fucked by her with a strap-on. H...
The weekend was intended as a surprise with a difference! He drove them down to Devon early one Saturday morning. The autumn colours were magnificent en route, as he deliberately skirted the main motorway. She was gagged, and sat respectfully alongside him as he drove slowly along the Exmoor road, through timeless villages with their charming pubs. She had d...
My body responded the instant that the needle first made contact with my skin, the pain and pleasure intertwined. But I never expected the response to be so strong, so intense. Moments earlier I had felt so self-conscious and insecure. I stood naked in the cold, sterile room. I was alone except for a large black leather chair and next to it a steel rolling...
© 2005 by the author, all rights reserved. The whore with a heart of gold is a myth; it's bullshit. I don't have a heart of gold. The only thing that turns me on is cash. I've worked at Sheri's Ranch in Pahrump, one hour from downtown Vegas, for the last two years and have done about anything a whore can be asked to do. The church-going hypocrites in Las V...
It was evening of the living in members dinner in the Warrant Officers and Sergeants Mess of a British Army Regiment in Germany. Joe - a 40 year old Warrant Officer, was attending. As usual it was a lively affair, with plenty of alcohol. After dinner, served by the mess waitresses, mainly wives of other soldiers, the party retired to the cellar bar for more...