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Revised version. all characters are adults. Part two. All Characters are over 18. * My new life at Mistresses mansion was quite pleasant most of the time. My duties were to be maid to the two mistresses. I helped them bathe and dress; hand washed their delicate garments, cleaned their bedroom and changed the bed clothes daily. Sometimes, if I was really...
Steven sat staring at his laptop, openmouthed in amazement, at the email that had appeared out of nowhere in the account he reserved for his secret, erotic purposes. It was from a woman who called herself Mistress Susan and she was saying how much she had enjoyed a femdom story he had written and posted on a website. As an amateur writer of erotic fiction...
Please note, all the names are fake because I didn't want to put anybody in a bad position, and this, this is a story of that ageless concept. * It was a beautiful drop. We were no Golden Knights, so as rank amateurs we felt pretty proud at having managed to put together a six-man star. Actually, five men and one woman, but that woman might just as well h...
It's harder than ever to make time for my job. Time is so critical. Here I am nursing my baby, Des's son, Kane Michael, who's all of seven months old, and, of course, my granddaughter, Darcie, who's racing toward three years old. She also is Des's daughter by my daughter Shaleen. Poor Shaleen has many months to go before she's even eligible for parole. But...
2016 December "You're not from these parts, are you?" Seeing as the woman who said it had a Dublin accent that sounded like she just got off the boat, it was a little offensive. My dad did not think so. He laughed, "No, dear, we're from England," and my mom added, "from Brighton. I don't know if you've heard of it." "Of course I have." "And where a...
***This is an Antebellum story*** The cold air whipped through the cracks of the door and small openings in the tiny cabin. The fire was going dead and adding more wood to it seemed futile as Abigail knew it was her last moments in the cabin she had called home. It was the only cabin she knew in her life other than her mother's cabin, and now it would soon...
"HEY DERRICK!!" I was half a block away before Holly caught up to me huffing and panting. I waiting for her to catch her breath. "What do you want now?" "I didn't say thank you, did I?" She'd removed the bandana, wiping her brow with it as I folded my arms across my chest. "No, you didn't." "Okay, let's go to that motel across the street." Holly softly t...
Chapter 04 : Urging needs, leading over to a night of Debauchery Dear Reader(s) : This will be an 8-Chapters-story, a true story. If you're new to this story, I would recommend to read the previous Chapters before proceeding here. I want to thank the readers that have been getting in touch with me via eMail so far - your encouraging comments and complime...
For G with all my love..."Let's spend the day in bed" indeed! "So," Matt proclaimed, as he polished off the last of his meat loaf. "After dinner, we hit Buzzy's. I hear they have a two-for-one promotion on bloody marys for V-day. We get loaded there -- if the drinks here don't do the trick first -- and then the club ought to be hopping by the time we're rea...