'When would these emails and requests for information ever end' thought Jess. She'd just about had enough of her boss, handsome though he was, and his requests for more information about the project, the accounts and reasons why the budget need to increase. Like she hadn't provided every invoice, assessment and notice from the council, contractors and just...
There haven't been many moments in my life that I can honestly say were as thrilling and exciting as the day I went out to the city on my 21st birthday. Everyone knows it's tradition to go out on your 21st birthday and get really drunk and just go crazy. Unfortunately I've always been somewhat of a loner, so I didn't have any friends to take me out. I didn't...
This is continuation of my previous story. I am a new writer. Please be in a forgiving mood as far as grammar goes. I also welcome your correction if deemed necessary. ***** The next day, I woke up pretty late. Weeks of marital stress had finally caught up to me. My beautiful Indian wife Mona was not on the bed. It was just me lying there naked and cold, b...
As soon as her husband hopped into the cab, Lisa was on her phone. "He's gone," she texted. "Come over." Her phone buzzed a moment later. "I'll cum where I want. Dress up for my cock." She hurried up the stairs to change. She had spent the last week getting ready for Richard's visit. Her whole body was waxed and tanned a rich olive tone. Her dark hair wa...
This one is for big tit and lactation fetishists. If that ain't your thing, you probably won't like it. And holy shit, does this one have a terrifying, Twilight Zone-ish ending. It's utterly weird and terrible, but I feel like changing it wouldn't be authentic. Hope that makes sense. So, anyway, this is a very dark comedy about the journey of a woman who get...
Trinity buried her face into her beer, the weight of the day nestled firmly upon her small shoulders. She had her hair tied up with a broken pen, the ebony locks curling every direction, and she had long since given in to their will. Her battered briefcase sat near her feet, and she darkly wished she could hurl the fucking thing through a window. Letting ou...
Lord Anthony Millhaven of Beechwood leaned indolently against the kitchen door frame observing cook as she rolled pastry. Back and forth, back and forth, she industriously rolled and flattened the big piece of dough. What made it entertaining to him was that she faced the doorway where he stood, and, bent over and dressed only in a low cut chemise, he was tr...
Just like Chrissy, Ally had a huge amount of sexual energy pent up from years of living with an inattentive, philandering husband. Our powerfully primal first fuck left no doubt of that. But she, like Chrissy, didn't feel comfortable with a full-on, see each other often kind of affair. So we played it the same as Chrissy and I did — every two weeks or so I'd...
Clock chimed 7 p.m. as he shifted in his mahogany chair. He had been noting down the agenda for his next meeting. Roshi quietly slipped inside his office from the side door. She was in a single piece of maroon and her hair neatly pulled in a tight ponytail. She walked slowly, near his chair and kneeled down by his side and crawled under his oval desk. People...
Nicole's Note: In the real world, playing with fantasies of hypnotic nonconsent requires a foundation of deep trust, as well as things like safewords and aftercare. This is a fantasy, as I hope the goblins and cowgirls make clear. ;) Also, if you're reading this in August, please keep wearing masks and social distancing. We don't get to act like the pandemi...