A Chapter from "The Club on Dorado Cay" Our Story: Blonde, buxom, thirty-something Kim, about to spring a surprise divorce on her philandering lawyer husband, has been kidnapped by a white slaver and sold to The Club on Dorado Cay. A highly secret and exclusive establishment on a remote Caribbean island, The Club maintains a stable of captive women for the...
Comments and criticism appreciated. * A beam of sunlight poured into the classroom from the westward-facing window. Noticing the glare from my desk, I caught myself daydreaming again. Our Chinese class had two teachers. One was a woman from China who was working to complete her pedagogy degree. The other was an American, Mr. Conley, or 'Hé Laoshi' as...
I wriggle again in my chair, denying to myself that it's the man lying, nude, across the bench in the center of the room that is making me so wet. I'm not supposed to be turned on by the model, my hand still moving in gentle strokes on the paper as I do my best to capture that which has enchanted me. His semi. Even I can tell he wasn't fully erect, and tha...
[My Love, so many months have passed and our love only grows stronger. I have been good and you haven't had to discipline me in awhile. But our experiences together have been more than rewarding. One Friday as I started to leave work, you IM'd me asking me what time I would be home? I gave you a time and you told me to be online at that time and that you ha...
This story is fiction. It includes interracial sex between a young black man and an older white woman. If you don't like this kind of story, you may want to consider reading a romance novel. She had another big breakfast waiting for him when he finally got up the next morning. He wore a pair of sweat pants to breakfast. She enjoyed watching Eddie devour his...
Sometimes I really questioned my sanity in taking a part time job whilst at college. Whilst my friends were out partying, getting drunk and getting laid here I was serving over priced French cuisine to middle age couples who seem to spend their entire evening pretentiously professing about how wonderful their lives were. Sure the money was decent but was thi...
Summary: Fantasy of being a submissive slut comes true for 1 night. NOTE 1: This is my 50th story to be released. With that in mind, I decided to do something a little special...I hope. Readers often ask if my stories are true. In almost all my stories there are just specks of the real me in them. Most are just naughty fantasies I wish I had the chance to l...
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"Miss Shaw, you know better than to use your smart phone in class." "But, Professor, it was only a quick text. I didn't miss anything in your class," she replied. "The rules are the rules," he maintained. "You always seem to think your intelligence and smile will let you bend or break the rules. Not this time, Miss Shaw." He brought the paddle down on her...
When I arrived home the following day, there was a package waiting for me. I opened the package to find two items; an old-fashioned clothes hanger designed for a woman's suit and weights. The hanger was wooden with a metal rod going across the bottom. The rod had two spring clamps on it from which to hang a skirt. The clamps could be moved along the rod to a...