During the next days Désirée tried to avoid looking at the camera with lust when she could, but often it was impossible as it gave her so much more pleasure. She also couldn't resist masturbating with every dildo at home while imagining Marshall looking directly at her. She imagined him sitting next to her bed while some guy fucked her and came inside her....
Nana is sitting in the warm Epsom salt bath. She appreciates how the soft water soothes her sweetly sex ravaged body. Bob has stepped out to answer the door. He said it was most likely the food delivery order. She gingerly puts her fingers into her anus, but the muscles are more relaxed now and she does not struggle to get them inside. She is enjoying a fing...
It's been three weeks my dear, that you have been securely locked in your chastity cage, unable to touch yourself. You go to work with it on under your clothes, squirming ever so slightly during those long meetings and business lunches. At home you do household chores with it clamped securely around your cock, heavy in your underwear as you move about, a rem...
Chapter 6: Cat's Paw He watched the ancient goddess pace the room like an agitated house cat, but he didn't say a word. It was not such an odd comparison, given the lazy felines strewn across every inch of the Temple of Bast. He didn't bother with the Old Ones, generally. While there wasn't necessarily a war akin to the Old and New gods in the Gaiman-verse...
No one told me I was going to be so fucking horny when I was pregnant. I stood in front of the mirror, my belly bigger than ever. I knew there were stretch marks and I hated the thought of it and what I would look like when all of this was over. The father of the babies had no idea he was going to be a dad. We were fuck buddies and nothing more. I couldn't b...
I stepped through the front door, dropping my purse on the stairs, and headed for the kitchen to brew some coffee. It had been a long, ugly day. "Hi sweetie. How was your day?" "Ugh. I don't want to talk about it." "That good huh?" Mike said, laughing. "You keep that sarcasm up, and I'll kick your ass. Boyfriend or not." I replied with a smile. "Aww...
Note to reader: The characters are based on those of Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. The story itself is not in any way related to an existing plot line. It's a made-up situation to get these two to finally get it on. For those unknown to Miss Fisher and Jack Robinson: this is set in the 1920s, Miss Fisher is a private detective and Jack Robinson is a dete...
"Daddy!" Bare feet pound down the hall. I look up from my computer and scoot away from the desk. "Yes, baby girl?" She rounds the corner, her face red with worry and unshed tears. "Where were you?" she demands. "In my office, working. Just like I told you." I stand and walk over. I'm just under six feet tall. I look down at my four-foot-tall girlfriend. A...
A text appeared on my phone: "You have some nerve messaging me again boy". I had contacted mistress online some time ago but lacked the courage to go through with the meeting, she was very unimpressed... She was a mature mistress of around 40 and was in search of an "inexperienced and innocent plaything" and I had decided I would be a suitable candidate. S...
I'd had one hell of a year -- the startup I'd joined after graduating had been unexpectedly bought out by a much bigger firm, and life had suddenly gotten complicated. One week I was junior employee; the next I was low-tier management. So there was more money, and more stock options, and more opportunity; but there was also more responsibility, more pressure...