I sat back in the plush red velvet chair. It was the same dark red velvet material that covered the walls. There were mirrors on the wall with intricate gold filigree around the edges and golden looking lamps set on top of glass tables. It was a waiting area designed to create a feeling of luxury. As I sat back my eyes roamed around the room and settled on t...
The sound of the clock ticking was driving me nuts. It seemed liked 6:00pm would never get here. Master said he would meet me then. I was so ready for him. It had been over two weeks since we saw each other, not to mention the fact that he didn't call or email for 8 days (an agonizing punishment for upsetting him). I wanted tonight to be something a little...
The crack of the sleek riding crop blistered the silent darkness and echoed off the concrete walls as it hammered another violent battery on the hard, throbbing penis that was its target. The owner of the tortured cock made the only other sound detectable in the gloomy darkness, in the form of muffled grunts and cries; responses to the assault on his manhood...
Author's Note: This is the thrid installment of the Tiara Tara series. It is strongly recommended that you begin by reading Chapters One and Two. Submissively, Barbie Realizing that his tortured loveslut was about to faint, Lord Basil quickly took Tiara Tara in his arms and lifted her naked body with ease, carrying her down the marble stairway to the G...
There are those moments between sleep and awake where the mind drifts back and forth between the conscious and the unconscious state. There is a hazy film over our conscious waking mind while our subconscious tries desperately to cling to the tendrils of our dreams. I drifted there for several minutes in that neutral reality between wakefulness and my dreams...
The room is dark and silent; I try to see into the stygian darkness but am unable to see more than a few inches in front of me. I feel around with my hands looking for something to grab onto. I try to find my bearings. I whirl around at the slightest sound scared and alone, hating the dark wanting only to find a source of light. I feel a cold draft of air...
Once again I found myself standing on my tiptoes in the entry of a hotel room kissing you passionately. I was a touch angry with you, hurt because you had ignored me on our last trip and had never really explained. A terrible lapse in common courtesy. But my body was hungry and you are such a delicious snack. I find you irresistible. Given your previous negl...
First of a two part story I think. Thanks to s_m for all of the help with this story. It wouldn't be what it is without her help. * He had arrived home late Friday night after a 7-day business trip that had not gone as well as He had hoped it might. A missed connection in Atlanta had made Him arrive three hours later then planned after waiting for the next...
Somerset, England 1615, The twins sat upon their destriers, forgoing the sidesaddles their mother was always scolding them to use. To ride astride has long ceased to scandalize their parents; The Duke and Duchess of Warwick. Looking at each other, as if sharing the same thought, they laughed softly. At age twenty-two, both were excellent horsewomen. Both di...
Authors Note: This is not only a true story (the names have been changed to protect the guilty), the locations are correct and the individuals involved are fairly normal human beings. I do not measure my prick from my asshole, but from the top where it meets my abdomen. It is 6 1/2" long and the same circumference. The lady in this story has a normal vagina...