Author Note: The continuing adventures of an orgasm-challenged girl who is having fun, but still seeks more. ==================================== I was in my real chastity belt now...and loving it more than I thought and hating it more than I could imagine. The belt was the same as princess' only in gold tone, not silver stainless -- otherwise EXACTLY the...
*Note: This is the third installment in My Tres XXX Amigas. In part one I was new in town and in my job at the university. Marty Sutter was one of my peers in the department. I was taken with her sharp looks and funny sense of humor so I jumped at her invitation to meet her two friends, Sylvia and Lauren, on her porch for summer drinks and laughs. Little di...
I forget what the exact prompt was for this, but it was inspired by a prompt over on LiveJournal. Edited by Blackwing (thanks again). ------- Standing just outside the doorway to her father's bedroom, Alexis Castle gulped as she listened to her father's heavy breathing, the sound of skin on skin echoing, the hits increasing in volume.* 'Kate!' Rick gasped...
Bridget walked in the kitchen and called him: "Slave, come here." When he had joined her. She said as she was peeing in his mouth: "My suitcases are in my car; carry them to the bedroom next to Diane's. Then bring my bag from the sex shop with some ice to the living room. I have a gift for you." He walked in the living room with her bag and a bowl of ice...
Bobby was sitting in a local "unisex" beauty parlor, waiting to get his hair cut. He was the only person left in the shop and, since it was late, he assumed he was the hairdresser's last customer of the day. Bobby studied the hairdresser, whose name was Lisa, as she put the finishing touches on the customer she was working on when Bobby arrived at the shop....
I really don't know who gets more devilish impulses – Miss Susan or Miss Barbara. Of course, it is especially hard to tell, since the two of them often put their heads together, sometimes whispering and giggling, as they dream up ways to torment me. By "torment", I mean torment in the most wonderful, loving sense. If you recall my statement about how Susan...
It was Dave’s first day in his new house. He’d been given a great opportunity with his promotion, and it came with relocation that he didn’t mind one bit. For the first week in his new job as manager of a chain of pizza stores, he stayed in a motel. However, Dave found it rather confining, so when one of his workers told him about this house, he jumped at th...
Hi. Still trying to find an editor but I am looking over my work alot more now. The last part of the story is there because the dance festival becomes a big part of the story later on so I just thought it was best to give some infomation on it. Comment and rate please. ******************************** Katie: The morning after the party and I had the wor...
It was one of those days when there's nothing to do but sit by the pool and ruminate on what could have happened if she hadn't married Ted. She'd have none of the things she had, she assumed - the grand house in Greenwich, the two BMWs, the kids away in boarding schools, the help, the money, the vacations, the clothes. Yes, she worked too, marginally, helpin...
Another old story from 2005, please also check out my more recent stories written as Robert_Anthony. ***** Dee knocked on James Tegan's door, it was way past 5pm and the building was practically empty – but he was there as ever, busy, busy, busy... "Come in." Dee gripped the handle and opened the door. There he was, head down, holding out his hand to mot...