Julie turned to look at George and said. "Is that Matron?" "It sure is." Replied George. "She looks so sexy trussed up like that and leaking her juices all over the bad." "I know I found out that she was a submissive and I have been playing with her for that last couple of days since I have been here." "Wow you lucky bastard." Julie said. "Well." Said...
Back in the days of the cold war, spying was the most interesting of games. Mikhail Gorbenov played his part, as all good Russians must. . Mikhail was involved with Soviet mind control experiments. His job; to train the female agents that were sent around the world, to entrap the men of power, bringing all the secrets home to mother Russia. It is marvelous...
There is no underage sex or violence in this story. ***** That night both my husband and I were very happy but tired. We talked for a little while about the day's exciting events at Brian's house. I was pleased that Bruce was so cheerful. I loved him very much and it was clear to me that he enjoyed being my little Messenger Boy and doing what he was told b...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
George spent the night in a peaceful sleep so much so that he did not wake up until 10 o'clock the following morning. When he realised the time he thought that the women would be in absolutely agony and probably very uncomfortable. He thought that he better go and check on them. He climbed naked out of bed and went to the bedroom that the women were now sle...
I've always been attracted to men who aren't really dangerous men yet still project that kind of image. I guess it's about the allure, after all. The masculine edge thing. The really manly men always seem a little bit dangerous. I like that. Maybe that's why I've got a thing for Black men. They're so hot, strong and manly. Doesn't matter if they're five-foot...
George sat downstairs and waited for Julie to return. He had given her a lot to do and he did not expect her to return anytime soon. Upstairs Matron was cleaning up and when she was finished she came downstairs and into the front room and said. "May I sit with you Master?" George stayed silent for a moment and Matron wondered what he was thinking about whe...
Chapter 02 Accepted as a schoolgirl Unusually Bablee didn't wake up with the sun rising. Last night had been a fearsome experience, and she didn't get to sleep until late. The girls were lazy westerners and predictably were still asleep. She lay there thinking about that boy she had been in bed with. He was only eighteen, yet they had a sexual experience...
"Ah Lord Pinkerton?" an emboldened mature lady around my mother's age accosted me as I lounged amiably enough with my cronies at the Misses Fotheringay's ball at Southam Courtenay, "Have you met my daughter Molly?" I looked past the matron and there through the fug of intoxication I believed I beheld an angel, a great vision in gleaming virginal white, and...
Chapter 14: Passing the Torch One day Julie was playing around on MySpace. She was doing me a favor, checking all of the pages I had made for myself and every pseudonym I had lived under when I was living the life of the gambler; I wasn't very good about keeping up on them myself. That was much more Julie's thing—a reflection, perhaps, of the age/generation...