To My Master Falcon, My Master has given me many. Two of the greatest gifts that he has given me are as follows. The first was the shaving of his cunt and then fisting his whore's cunt as he fucked his whore's tight ass. The second gift was making all her fantasies come true. I will take the rime to tell you about these gifts. These are the two that meant t...
(To the reader: The story you are about to read is told in a completely new style for me. I was recently contacted by a fan and only inspired both this detour into minimal narration and the story itself. For these things I thank her. I enjoyed writing in this fashion, it was a nice change of pace. I found it to be more driven... more breathtaking... a kind...
Day One Life was good. She sat in Starbucks and gave a wave through the window to the departing girls as they set off for home. She smiled to herself remembering the conversations, the revelations, the gossip, the innuendo that made up the proceeding couple of hours away from normal life as it did at least three times a week. Not quite Sex and the City, s...
Dear Mr. Davis, I hope this letter finds you well. As you requested, I've spent several fruitless nights searching through the archives in vain for the text that Mr. R. W. Chambers had mentioned. It seems that there is not a single copy surviving anywhere on the continent, unless perhaps in some well hidden private collection, to which I would obviously not...
Looking you over, feeling My cock swell as you whimper before me. Stepping forward in front of you and reaching down to grab your hair, pulling it hard and jerking your head up until your lips are level with My slowly hardening shaft.... "Prepare me then, like a good little whore." you moan greedily....whimpering again about how you've missed My cock so muc...
It was Memorial Day weekend and the school had been closed; yet Paul was incredibly horny and as usual, it hadn't been one of Mary's days for sex. Hell, they had been married only a short time and she may have fucked him about six times since then missionary style, and he didn't even bother to ask her to suck his cock after the one time he had tried to eat h...
Chapter 7: October Note: This story is the continuation of The Gift so it will be easier to follow if you read that one first. When Lisa showed up on October first I could tell she was ready to get started because she was wearing a trench coat with nothing on underneath it. Jeff and I were both taken a little by surprise at how quickly she wanted things to...
I went home and, like every day, he was there on the couch, relaxing from a long day. I smiled and went to him. I always go straight home because I'm a slave to our routine, which I can't believe happens to me. I walk up to him and bend over and give him a little kiss. Then right away I drop down to my knees, between his, and before I've taken off my coat or...
She walked into the dark pub feeling totally exposed. The men all turned to leer at her, feasting on her body with their eyes. The women cast a scornful glance toward the door, muttering a few names under their breath. She knew exactly what they were all thinking: she looked like a shameless whore. He had told her exactly what to wear that night: a red cor...
Day 2 The radio alarm that should have woken her with the usual inane, over excited DJ chatter, did no more than briefly interrupt her tormented thoughts. Sleep had come in fits and starts, punctuated by hazily remembered, disconcerting dreams with a darkly erotic edge. She had thought of nothing else but the bargain she had struck the previous day and coul...