While masturbating and fantasizing about female domination and tease and denial I found myself conjuring up situations that would call for the most extensive and merciless orgasm control imaginable. It was surprisingly difficult to come up with scenarios that were both sustainable and, if not believable -- and let's face it, what scenario in which a woman pl...
The relatively balmy, but still chilly, days of Summer gradually gave way to those of Autumn. As the oak and ash foliage changed hue, Ivory's life settled into a pattern as deceptively stable as Glade's had once been. She wasn't pleased that she'd become the chief's concubine, but the duty brought with it the benefit that she no longer had to accompany the o...
Chapter 12 -- The medical subject Trish spent the following four days helping Flora. She hoped that Pierre junior might be around, but unfortunately he lived in Gannet Cove and only visited his parents on occasion. Just as well...because Trish would have gotten herself in trouble had he been in the house. Flora could tell that Eve's servant was becoming mo...
If you're going to take the trouble to read this, please vote. And more importantly, comment. I'm a comment whore * Chrystal pulled open the overly dramatic iron-bound oak doors at the bottom of the concealed staircase and entered the room. As usual it was warm and balmy in the Faculty Club basement, the air scented with something like cinnamon and somethi...
Helen Fernley had kissed her husband as he left for work then she had dressed herself, sorted out the two girls and done the school run. At 26 years of age she had the perfect life as a regular churchgoer, wife and mother whose husband's earnings meant that she had no need to work. But something was missing. Helen felt that she needed some excitement, some...
Before I had met my husband Randy, I'd read a piece of erotic fiction he had written before we knew each other. It was so well written, I thought it had been plagiarized from somewhere. I had so many orgasms reading it I eventually memorized the piece and imagined myself as the lead character in the story, a white wife who gives in to interracial urges and g...
[This story is likely to be more meaningful if you first read the opening chapter, as the characters are introduced there, and the events which occurred then do set the scene for this chapter's happenings. Again, please do not proceed further if you find subjects such as bodily functions to be disagreeable.] * Linda was still standing facing the wall in t...
Chapter 4 The Responses are Coming It was a couple weeks later and it was getting closer to Christmas. Celebrations were reaching a fevered pitch with people coming and going, busy shopping for gifts and dinner, and going to various parties at the office and with friends. Jessica and Lilly did their Christmas shopping already and they helped each bake for C...
The summer that I turned eighteen followed my junior year in high school. It was the sixties, and my sexual experience was limited to, 'heavy petting' in the back seat of my mom's LTD. Teenage sex in rural America in the early 60's; it was happening, but not openly, and few talked about it. There were true, 'bad' girls, who fucked often and with multiple pa...
Last time I visited James what an afternoon. First, he screwed me stupid, forceful, yet at the same time gently, making me come over and over again. Next he humped me doggy whilst we watched ourselves in the big mirror at the head of his bed: you can adjust its angle to the wall for that extra kinky view. God do my tits wobble when I do that, I look a proper...