Chapter One. Truly, the Gods must have grown jealous of the island nation that had blossomed from the heart of the ocean to shine as brightly as the sun itself. Sailors watched in horror as a star fell from the skies like a burning mountain, turning the night blood red. It painted a line of fire pointed directly at the gleaming marble spires. As if in greet...
Winter would be around soon, but inside the salon the regular visitors and their invited guests ran around half-naked. Halloween has a way of bringing the extreme out in people, just like Mardi Gras and other masked functions. The club owner knew how to make the place nice and warm to allow his guests a safe evening of uninhibited exhibition. He also went...
(This is a fictional story about a young man's experiences enslaved by a middle age woman. It is a tickler for men not to overlook middle aged women who are not only sexually experienced having grown up in the liberated 70's but are not afraid of taking over as well! Having personally experienced women from their young adulthood in college to women in their...
"You haven't heard the best part yet," Ms. Winters said. "Second prize is a night with... me!" Beau took a step back, but Velvet was still right there. The little monster was always right there. Beau glared at Ms. Winters as the steel haired woman stepped forward, leash in hand, and clasped it to the collar around her neck. She hated the leash. She hated the...
CHAPTER 1 - GHOSTS OF THE DMV Amelia yawned and sat up. Her long, fluffy brown hair was a mess about her head and her plain white pajamas were messy. She kicked the covers off and didn't pay any attention to the fact that a ghostly woman stood naked at the foot of her bed. Her bare feet were chilly on the wood floors of her quiet little home and she walked...
"I can't write." I see and hear that a lot from the widest variety of people. They don't like it or they "can't" do it. College students are the worst. After public speaking, expository writing has got to be the most hated class. There's a simple reason why. Once something has been written down someone else comes along and puts red marks all over the p...
This is the fourth chapter of my wife's execution of the punishment poem I submitted to her suggesting ways to atone for my inability to control my orgasm. Please review the earlier chapters for the full poem and the humiliations I have been forced to endure because of my failure. I did not think she would actually perform all of these cruel punishments on m...
I lay on the seat of the car with Toms dry cum covering my face and Steve's leaking from my anal opening, I could see that it was almost daylight and the two of them stood smoking outside. I pulled my panties back over my cock and adjusted my dress as I turned the handle of the door and exited the car. I was unsteady on my feet as my body ached from the poun...
I sat in the front row, watching as she played the cello. As I listened, I could feel myself becoming enraptured by the unearthly music, moved on some level that even I could not quite put my finger on. Yes, I would have to thank her for getting me such good seats... after our little session tonight of course. She was beautiful. Her legs were spread out to...
No less than three of the board members turned up at the Equestrian Centre open day; as expected, Clyde Wilson was one of them, and his manhood twitched excitedly as he viewed the illustrious redhead; she was indeed a different woman, her full thighs and ass resplendent in her tight jodhpurs. Her equally tight riding jacket was specially made, slightly short...