Amy Dumas or Lita and Trish Stratus were heading to an apartment after they got done with setting up there match for the next pay per view. "Are you ready for what is about to happen?" Trish asked her. "Of course I am. I wasn't the one complaining about my ass after Mistress got through with us last time." Amy said with a smile. "Hey, Mistress really poun...
"Sugar Cookie" I had a dream that night, and it was worth dreaming it. John and I rented a movie one night in our rustic home. We turned on our flat screen and it turned out to be an adult pirate movie. Thirty minutes into the movie, John became aroused by an erotic beach scene. I looked at him and noticed a huge bulge in his tight blue jeans. I blushed whe...
Author's note: "The Brass Statuettes" is a sequel to a short story that I wrote some time ago, "The Saga of Trudy and Frank". You can read and enjoy this story without having read the forerunner. If you do you'll understand this one much better. ************* Prologue man reaches out, grasping the final, sharp-cornered stone with bleeding hands and finge...
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The eve of your final day was upon me. I had spent the last nineteen evenings acclimating you to this life, teaching you of mine and this house's past. You had learned intimate details of myself, my loved ones, my shortcomings, and my triumphs. I sat behind the polished oak desk as you walked into my study, my hands folded over the surface. You were dressed...
"So," I asked, "What was that about in the theatre." I had waited until we were in bed. Our two kids had been awake when we got back, and I had wanted them settled. I had also wanted us to be close before I asked her, physically close, our bodies touching, and now we were lying as we so often did, Sarah on her side, snuggled up to me, her soft breasts press...
"So, I heard you Haitian guys in Ottawa are really thirsty for us Djibouti and Somali ladies, I bet you were expecting us to be all submissive and shit since we're Muslim and all, well, I'm bossy so deal with it," Mistress Habiba Alwan said with a triumphant smirk. The object of her tirade simply nodded at her and said nothing, and Mistress Habiba nodded in...
My wife finally makes it to the bedroom after our company left. She starts telling me about what they said from the evening. I couldn't wait to hear so I listened intently. She starts by telling me how Julie wanted me to clean her husband's cum out of her pussy. I told her I'm not sure about eating other guys cum just to eat cum. While that may be exciting a...
The room is a small, run-down bedchamber, the kind rented for a few coins to merchants or tired travelers looking to sleep off the rigors of the road. It contains little more than a bed with a threadbare mattress and blanket and a small shelf with a water pitcher and an unlit oil lamp. Its floor is bare wood, stained by water and worn by the feet of its many...
I stood in front of him slightly afraid to look him in the eyes but wanting to so badly. I kept my head down. "You don't take your eyes off the floor unless instructed to" I heard Christine's ever teaching voice in my mind and I always obeyed Christine. He walked around me and I could feel his eyes scanning every inch of my skin. Was he trying to find a fl...