(It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 joined 'Maynard and Son, Purveyors to Gentlewomen and the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my third day with the firm) *** I was given the following address by Mr. Maynard's secretary and arrived there promptly at half past tw...
They came in a limo to pick me up. The better to fuck me on the way there, they said. There were just three of my 18 masters tonight, the others were too busy or not sex-crazed enough to need a mid-week fuck. Josh got Oliver and Mike to agree to a night out at some hot club Nick had told him about, the kind with the velvet rope. Josh liked trendy. Judging ho...
Author's note: This is a D/s love story with a slow plot and character development and I am planning on submitting one installment weekly. I'd like to show a side of consensual power exchange that I consider real life compatible through the journey of two people finding their place in life, building a strong and lasting bond and reaching a peace of mind thro...
It had been nearly 36 hours since I'd last seen Sheila, after she had snuck away from my bed and house while I slept, exhausted from our lovemaking. I didn't have the nerve to try at her home on Sunday and knew that we would have to see each other eventually. I was pretty sure she wasn't going to mention our little sexcapades to Lowell, or anyone else for th...
Author's note Camille is 23 and lives just across the water from me in France. She is 5'7 tall with blonde hair, blue eyes, ample 36D cup breasts and a cute smile. We met online late one evening, her opening sentence says it all. This is slightly tamer than some of my other chats, but I still do love Camille's shyness coupled with her growing horniness. You...
Friday evening about 9:30, I was home; my wife had called earlier to say she needed to work late The next phone call was not unexpected. She said what she needed to say. I said "No." "Not only NO, but HELL NO!" "There is a Diamond Cab, number 127, in the Parking lot; you have 30 minutes to be home. The drive from where you are is 25 minutes, if you are n...
(James wakes up the morning after he gave his sexy older co-worker, Cynthia, a ride home from work and she thanked him for his kindness by seducing him.) * * * I woke up with my mouth feeling a little pasty from the booze the night before. Cynthia and I had fallen asleep spooned with my cock nestled between the cheeks of her muscular ass. During the night...
For me, the day started out bad and got progressively worse. The clock didn't go off when it was supposed to and when I woke up I was already half an hour late for work. I skipped breakfast and with only a cup of black coffee for sustenance I jumped in my car only to find that the battery was dead. It cost me $55 to get the service station to send over a guy...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = What do you do when you receive a text that says, "Break me!"? This short story was written for a painslut I know. My only relationship with her is that of friendship. She had been a "technical advisor" for several of my stories. In that context, I have occasionally spoken with her about the strange ways in which...
Note: This story is the nineteenth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous eighteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongl...