Dear Shoeblossom-- Here's a note from Lotusland, I am a makeup artist, and a full time sub to my fiancee. This is a relatively old tape, but we thought you would enjoy this conversation we had during my um, training. Chablis "Oh, it stings. Oooh!" "Well, Chablis, you left the little towel." "I-I'm trying..." "You've done really well. When I began train...
Author's note: The following is the beginning of something a bit quirky. Thank you for clicking the link, and I hope you enjoy. I am always stopped for the 'random' security check at the airport. My father suffers the same problem, although that is more understandable. He could be from any of a myriad of terrorist factions, with the deeply tanned skin, w...
French North Africa 1923 Lady Mary Westlake was looking down at the endless rows of sand dunes. Her 10 year older brother Charles was steering his biplane towards the south. While at first around the coast they had still seen many small villages and oasis and even caravans for hours the landscape had been an empty expanse. Now however they were coming up...
It fucking hurt. Or, they hurt. Her nether regions were causing her an above average amount of pain. Female blue balls, maybe. The outside parts, her labia, were so swollen they felt as if they hung halfway to her knees. Her clit burned. Itched. Jumped around inside her panties and chafed. And her cunt--it had to be iron-hard on the inside; the spasming and...
Redeemed The rapping at the door seemed more like a dream than reality when Philip first heard it, and for a moment he was convinced it was someone knocking on the cabin door of the yacht that he was sailing across the Mediterranean, but as reality settled in and he swatted in the direction of a buzzing mosquito in the darkness, he realized there was no ya...
The waterfall looked lovely, the same as it had looked every night for the last five weeks. She stepped into the water, it was so cool despite the heat of the day and felt oh so good, she slowly waded deeper into the water, as she did this she could feel it pushing against her body as she made her way over to the waterfall, once there she stepped into the fa...
Dear Christine, Too long since our lips last met. Too long since we last embraced. As I write this letter I am laying on my stomach, on top of my bed. I am currently residing in a small shack, a stone's throw from the water. It's a plain affair ¬ a wooden door opening to a single room. Along three of the walls are large windows, their shutters held open t...
An instant of great clarity overcame me yesterday; one of those glowing and effervescent moments when the sun just happened to be shining... a deep blue-grey cloud had shed its final shower and the tail-end droplets, full of rainbows, sparkled as the sun rolled free of its embrace. Warm silvery yellow waves grew paler in the heat, beneath a blue, silk sky. T...
My husband Bill and I don't get to spend many nights out on the town. We have a lot of bills to pay so we tend to stay in more than we go out. Bill works construction, building apartment complexes. I sell cosmetics and deliver newspapers in the morning by bike which keeps me fit. I was doing my usual routine and prepping for a show at a friends house to...
Under bright lights and blaring music, unable to move or breathe, thoughts of escape were only running through my head. Knowing what college day was, I cursed myself for showing up. I wanted to leave. My friends tried to stop me but I told them I needed a smoke, which was enough reason for them. I did need a smoke. Outside, a chill had crept in, distant si...