I sat at a coffee shop in Bronte. The salt air fresh and clean and the weather pleasantly warm. I sat waiting for my prey, the very willing prey that I had met online. I spotted them from a distance coming across from the beach. I spotted Melissa first, a luscious lady in her 40s, her blonde hair billowing in the seabreeze. Even from such a distance her tits...
Author's Note: First, this isn't meant to be disrespectful to Miss King or her "supposed" actions. I'm not saying it was a bad life choice, or even a dumb one; it was just one she made at the time that she felt was necessary as a means to an end. Could she have made another choice that was better? Yeah, maybe. I don't know anything about her life or the circ...
*Fire inspires Brilliant and consumes the Wicked* (Thanks once more to Frontma's patience and persistence) (This is not a rape story – trust me) My name is Waylon Fielding and I am married to a wonderful woman, my wife Celine Fielding. I would like to say that my life is perfect, or even good, but after two years of marriage I'm pretty freaking miserabl...
The flashlight shone brightly into her face and Melissa groaned inwardly. The irritating beam of light was joined by several others, forcing her to shield her eyes while trying to maintain some semblance of a smile. "Ryan," she called, "how do you say 'quit shining that flashlight in my eyes' in Japanese?" The tall Australian was too far away to hear her. M...
"Kampai!" rang out the voices in unison, accompanied by the sound of clinking glasses. Melissa smiled at the other teachers around her as she toasted the new arrivals and took a tiny sip of the beer. Since coming to Japan she had learned to drink the amber liquid, but not to like it. She set her glass down and looked around for the bottle of oolong-cha. The...
Letter from the author: This story is about Female domination, humiliation and cuckolding. The main character has a small cock and therefore feels inferior. If this is not your cup of tea, please go read something else. For those who do enjoy that, please read on. Thanks to all those who commented on the last four chapters. Feel free to e-mail me feedback as...
All Melissa knew was that she had been rented for the weekend. She arrived not knowing what to expect, much less what was expected of her. All she had been told was that she had commanded a generous fee and that she should behave accordingly. Her entire body had quivered all week in anxious apprehension of what was in store for her. When the day arrived and...
Melissa looked in the mirror one more time. Turning half back and front, she checked out her dress, her shoes, and her hair. All had to look perfect for tonight; her 30th class reunion. She never made it to her 20th because she and her husband Gary had to deal with her mother's severe illness. Thank God she recovered, but there were some sleepless nights for...
I have a new car. She's a sweet little number with all mod cons. Inbuilt phone, dash cam and rear view camera, automatic parking, all the latest goodies. Fully insured of course, because I am quite sure that when I go out some Sunday driver in a twenty year old four wheel drive is going to rear-end me. A nice thing about modern cars is that they're hard fo...
Mark led Melissa into the house. Once inside he picked her up, she cowered into his arms in fear and he carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. He went and retrieved an ice pack and gently laid it on her swollen ass. Next Mark applied ointment to the cut on her. He gently rubbed her and massaged her. He moved the ice pack to cover the we...