The men were taken back to Cherie's in two taxis; Eric sat obediently by Victoria , still in a sense of shock and with no recollection of actually leaving Club Zero; the natural feminine control was beginning to mesmerise him. Victoria could not quite believe what was happening either, but her sense of superiority ensured that she did not show her 'capture'...
Why is a tough Saudi guy like Mohammed Ibrahim crying like a little bitch? Well, it might have to do with the fact that Mistress Habesha, the Ethiopian dominatrix from Montreal, Quebec, has her fist up his ass. The big Arab man squirmed on the table, but to no avail since he was bound hand and foot by thick steel chains. Mistress Habesha cackled gleefully as...
Hello people, this is my first story, I am not a native English speaker, so the first chapters might have some mistakes. This was already posted up to chapter 14 in other sites so I am just porting the story over to the Chyoa format. I would like as much feedback as possible. Don't be afraid to lay hard on me what you think and how bad my writing is! I would...
The women sneered with satisfaction as Rose removed her skirt and displayed her beautifully plump thighs, wagging her finger with one hand, her soiled panties in the other. "You lick these clean first." I gratefully took the large size frilly panties from her and sniffed and licked at the generous and sticky gusset; the divine scent and aromas of her volupt...
Cathy O'Niel copyright 2006 I found myself pacing the house, furious. You were late. It just wasn't like you to not call or contact me online if you were going to be late. I vacillated between anger and concern, not knowing where you were or if something had happened. I hear a car drive up, and I look out the window. It's you. I slump against the wall, not...
Chapter 02: A Little Bit of It turned out to be a bright summer day and once on the platform I retrieved my cigarette case and opened it. As I took a cigarette from it a flame appeared and I was treated to the tiny tinkle of his bell. Though itching to have his tongue buried in my behind I remained cold and indifferent by ignoring him. True, I wanted my pus...
Duncan Cyrus, age 22, The Law I enjoy driving as much as the next person. Especially when I have my music on, a drink, and a bag of chips with some beef jerky. I just cruise and eat. This one Sunday afternoon I had gotten bored being inside my apartment and decided to go for a ride. I had a day off so I put on some jeans, a black shirt, and some brown sand...
lark waded into the warm waters of the quarry lake and found this soft young girl most accommodating; she was very forward for age, Clark could not know that she was actually 22 and not the young waif she looked, nor was she as per her youthful description via the internet. After frolicking in the water with her nubile form, he explored her soft body as they...
Letter From Shana By James Pendergrass – Copyright James X. Pendergrass 2012 Hello, My name is Shana. I'm a 32-year-old, happily married suburban woman. This is the story of how my marriage came to be the way it is. Let's start with the basics. I come from an upper middle class family. I'm white, hold a master's degree, and am a marketing director at a...
Being of a certain age I have fond memories of holidays in Butlin's Holiday Camps. The camps sprang up in the u.k. during the 50s and had their heyday in the 60s and 70s. The entertainment was organised by Redcoats who wore red blazers with white shirts/blouses and white trousers (men) and white pleated skirts (girls). The girls were always fun loving and...