I've finally made it to Chapter 5! Just a few comments first. While Chapter 4 had a quieter and more sensuous tone to it, here I try to have tone similar to Chapter 3. The tone is louder and rowdier, although I think not as much so as Chapter 3. There are also multiple occasions where Ashley is pushed into orgasm instead of just one buildup. Next, I tried to...
CHAPTER 1: Never Alone Gentle fingers caressing her forearm lift her out of a deep sleep. A hot exhale on her neck plunges her into wakefulness. The dim green glow of her alarm clock informs her that it is just after three, but it does not provide enough light to see by. The feeling of being watched is strong, making the hair on the back of her neck stand a...
This story is copyright 2009 by (lipsticked11). All rights reserved. No reposting without permission. * I am owned by a dominant couple and their niece and used as a live-in maid, cook, and sexual slave. My name was Michael, now I am Michelle. This is my story: When I was 35, my wife Connie and I lived next door to another married couple, Denise and Steve...
Light rain had been drifting down from the heavens all morning. The dark, foreboding rain clouds above might actually be smoke, and the drizzle falling to the earth could be spurting from an emergency sprinkling system which had been set off due to it. However, the only trace of fire in the Green Hills Cemetery resided in Penelope Baker's heart, which had be...
Opening a library book gives me a hard-on. I slip my finger between the pages, tight with weight, and feel the cool texture of the printed page as I gently pull apart the crease and smell the musky smell of a well thumbed volume. The hope is always that there will be something erotic within, some fantasy, or story, real or imagined, of beautiful people drenc...
Lying in the trunk of the car, Cheetah had the usual butterflies in her stomach before a match, but she was confident. She ran her hands over her nude body. The muscles were firm and taut. At 28 years old, She had never been in this good of shape in her life. She felt confident in her training also. The one thing that did give her reason for concern was th...
Copyright Otto26 Thanks to my editor, snooper, who puts up with my eccentric punctuation. Thanks also to those of you who read these stories and send me constructive feedback. If you haven't read the first two installments of this you're going to more than a little lost. Take a look at them at my profile page. * The catamaran raced across the blue waters o...
This is the third and last of the "Letters from the Attic" series. I hope you enjoy it. Jill stood in front of the bathroom mirror, turned, and posed. She didn't think of it as posing, more like an extensive visual check-up. She liked what she saw, finally. She was in the best shape she'd been in years. The tiny white thong she wore was beautiful. It was a...
EJAX-472: Chapter 2 As John's strength was somewhat depleted by his first series of orgasms, I directed Lynette to bring out a padded recliner—a modern, modified version of the traditional exam table—and place it center stage. This would allow the women to have full access to his genitals while John would be able to concentrate more on his performance rathe...
*Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Candy Broussard used her long fiberglass cane as she tapped down the trail. "Paul wants you; he's down by the pond," Cindy had said. Paul, Cindy and Pam had used the old bobcat to dig out the earth, then Paul used the rocks they ferreted out of the moun...