A little past midnight, he fell into a deep sleep. His breath deepened, his muscles loosened. The strain of the day fell from him. He was a tall, pale young man. Hardly over the age of 18, he seemed weak, sickly, his dark eyes and hair, accented his frailty. Sleep should have brought him peace, strength, but sadly it brought him torment. He was hunted in his...
Emilia Featherstone-Willet crept along the second floor gallery. The slight rustle of her clothing seemed very loud to her nervous ears. The servants had long since retired and the thick walls blocked the outside night sounds. The contrast with the moonlight pouring in the windows made the darkness beyond the railing seem endless. It also silhouetted her b...
Those who have seen Baghban would definitely be thinking, "How the hell did Hema Malini look so fucking young? Was it a facelift? Was it cosmetic surgery? Damn, what is her fountain of youth?" Just look at her. Her face is wrinkle-less, lips as lusciuosly red as ripened strawberries, teeth even and white, the neck is smooth, her big breasts are nice and fir...
Well, the story starts off in a Great Plains state. Just about the middle of spring. This time of year is notorious for its spring thunderstorms. We pack our things and leave for a romantic picnic lunch. We drive for about 2 hours arriving in time for the imminent noon-time thunderstorm. We find a remote grass field, and a lone tree. It is a warm, humid day....
Chapter 03 - Uncle Billy's Girl The truck ground to a halt and Robert opened my door. "Hey Pa," he yelled. "Come meet my new girl." The old man left his chickens and headed toward the truck. "Well Robert." "She is one good looking girl." The old man's eyes roamed my body from head to toe as he held his hand out. "Names Uncle Billy." "Nice to meet yo...
The air is so cold in here, it's like ice went through a shredder and was pumped through the air conditioner. My teeth are chattering and I'm squirming, it's probably not actually super cold. My skin's most likely feeling the cold more due to my nudity and my frustration. The nudity I'm fine with, more than fine with actually, especially since not wearing...
Rebecca unlocked the arched oak entry door to her two story Tudor home and swung it wide into a classically furnished foyer. The narrow entry hall was made grander by the gleaming mahogany flooring and creamy white walls. A thin table stretched along one wall, designed to contain the various daily accessories and accented with a gold rimmed mirror. She set h...
I never head him coming up behind me. By the time James had his hands on my wrists, had my arms twisted up behind my back, it was too late - I was in his control. It was all I could do to keep the smile from my lips when I felt his breath hot against my ear. “You’re mine, little one . . . MY little fucktoy” My teeth bit into my bottom lip to stifle a moa...
I was in Heathrow, just having handed in my immigration forms. All I had was a small backpack. I don't even remember what was in it, but I remember feeling that everything I would ever need was in that bag. I had no money and no plan, so I was just wondering through the thick crowds. So thick I could hardly see anything of the airport. I walked just about st...
WARNING and disclaimer, this story contains extreme BDSM. Electric play is potentially fatal and you should not attempt anything described here. The Session: I have had an obsession with pain for as long as I can remember. In my adult years the main focus has been with electro play. A deep desire for endless amounts of pain has haunted and motivated me to...