**Author's Note: I wrote this in an afternoon. This is my first ménage. ******** "C'mon, V." "No way." "Are you scared?" Sylvia goaded pushing her hard lemonade into Violet's hands. "You afraid of ghosts?" Violet and Sylvia stood in the shadow of the old temple of Eros that stood stoic even in ruins in the silver moonlight. "It looks like it's going t...
I am your servant, your pet, your slutboy. At the moment, I am kneeling in my place in the corner of your bedroom, my ass resting on my heels. As is your desire, I wear only the loincloth that you gave me – a piece of deep violet satin that spans only the distance from the axis of one thigh to the axis of the other and held to my waist with a bright pink sat...
I'm a commuter. So I ride the NJ Transit trains into New York every hot day of summer. Which isn't as bad as it sounds. Because my job lets me wear anything I want, even short shorts and halter tops. I think my looking great in them doesn't hurt. One particular night in August, I felt something poke me when I sat down. At first I just thought to myself that...
[Author's note: These two vignettes take place before the the main story of "Kingdom." The first chapter is roughly 12 years before the events of the current tale, the other just a year or so before. The Commissioner requested background so the following two chapters are essentially flashbacks. Enjoy!] Long Live the King Light threaded in through the hangi...
**Author's Note: I know I said there would be only three parts to this but I decided to do one more part then end it. Thank you for your patience for those who are keeping up with this story. Next month I'll be busy so no more posts after this month until the beginning of December. Enjoy! ***** Princess Freya slipped on a thin shift had crawled into bed be...
A true story of an older man, Mike and his young Indonesian maid, Ina... When the good wife is away... The horny old man will play... With Ina, the Indonesian maid... Right there on the matrimonial bed...:) The life as an expatriate for a multinational corporation in the Far East has many benefits although fraught with risks of broken marriages. Thus it wa...
It was a long walk home, but Rhyley was looking forward to the downtime it afforded her. Working as a waitress was tiring and coming home to an empty flat was depressing. The only real reason she looked forward to the walk was her unusually realistic daydreams. Any time of the day or night, she could have the most startling erotic visions the would rival the...
"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair...." I looked out at the horizon to the far left. The sun had long left us and only the faintest hint of yellow still persisted in the sky. Through the tiny slit of window I'd left open a gentle breeze crossed through the car. The clock on my dashboard indicated that I'd been driving for nine hours straight. S...
We’d talked about meeting from the moment we met online. I can remember meeting you as if it had just happened, an electrical charge that sizzled instantly. Within a few days, I knew with utter simplicity that I was yours. I knew it. You knew it. Occasionally, we’d bring the subject of meeting face to face, pondering what we’d feel, and knew that it was some...
2:04. . . 2:05. . . 2:06. . . I finally roll over so that I can't see the green numbers on the damned clock. So dark and winter cold in the house, so quiet and all I can think of is you. I waited an hour, nonchalantly checked a dozen more times, but you didn't message me hello or goodnight. Maybe you couldn't get away; maybe Friday afternoon was enough for y...