First Master – Breaking in the Bed The house was enormous! Everything about it was big; big rooms, big screen big tubs... big bed... There was an indoor pool, a dining hall, and a room which her Master called the "love room". The room was lit dimly and was covered in Persian-looking cushions. She was instructed to stay in the bedroom while the staff was on...
The sun rose hi in the morning sky, the sweet smell of summer wafted about. Sheila had returned home and was making coffee; the children were already running around down stairs, and Kari woke slowly feeling almost as if she were hung over. She lay there and wondered had she dreamt the whole thing about Mr. Donovan? Surely, it could not have really happened...
I woke up with a soft touch on the back of my neck. Dreams slowly fled and I stopped myself from murmuring. There it was again. Lips. A kiss. Right on the nub of my spine where it bumps out under my hairline. The curtains were barely holding out the dawn and everything felt soft and warm and lazy. Sean's strong arms were wrapped around me, and his breath was...
It's been a week since I spoke to Melody. She sits at the back of the class and stares out the window most days. She doesn't wear her leather jacket as much anymore. I miss it; I sort of like the bad girl look. I find myself starring at her most days; sunshine just gets caught in her long, dark and messy hair. I miss her. If she won't talk to me, there is no...
The following evening Kristy's unwavering compulsion to see Foley again boiled over. Her young nineteen-year old body was nearly shuddering. She needed to see him again, or more accurately, needed to have that black cock of his. Ever since her friend, Bethany, the voluptuous high school cheerleader, introduced him to her, she had thought of little more than...
Note: This story is purely adult entertainment; it's also my National Nude Day contest entry. It has explicit descriptions of masturbation and lesbian sex. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough to legally. The story is fiction; any resemblance of this character to anyone is coincidental. OOoOO My alarm clock beeped loudly. I slapped the switch, sa...
THE NEXT DAY (Act 2 of 3): MY TURN "You must be kidding, right?" You grin at me with a flushed, glowing face. "You know how I like chocolate!" "Well, yes, I--know--you like chocolate," I reply, "but you know I haven't had my breakfast yet. And whose turn is it to be snacking anyways?" Certainly, the bag of goodies, which is on a nearby table, has an array...
"Trilla, you've gotta tell me what to do!" I exclaimed walking past her and into her house. The surprise of seeing me at her front door barely registered on her face. I had actually climbed out of the window, down a tree, and sprinted across the immense garden. I made the short walk to Trilla's in the dead of night. In all my years as a petulant teenager, I...
This happened a few months after I moved into Oliver's apartment. He had wanted it; I hadn't felt very sure. I'd lived as I pleased for several years. In fact, I'd never shared a place with a man. More important, to me, then, domesticity implied dreariness. I didn't think I could stay excited by, or exciting to, a man I woke up with every day. I also worried...
You might want to check out the first two chapters of my saga before you read this one to get my back story. Or you might want to just read this one as it is shorter and gets to the nasty stuff quicker. Your choice! We almost didn't make it upstairs. After giving Brent the hottest cum sucking blow job I knew how, and after he ate me and tongued my ass an...