The Weather couldn't have been more fitting. Rose Dwyer felt as if every drop of rain falling from the pitch black sky was pelting her creaky and somewhat overweight 51 year old body as she sat in the driver's seat of her rental car, staring pensively out into the deluge as she waited in a motel parking lot, well over a hundred miles from home. For a tri...
"I'll take the your car tonight." I handed her the car keys, and my credit card. I saw her smile, and my heart melted. For several reasons. I was growing deeper in love, and more submissive to her by the day. I also felt anguish and despair that she'd very likely have another man inside her mouth and her pussy tonight. She looked absolutely stunning. Weari...
Part 7 – The Filth of No Return This exchange between Mistress and slave, this confirmation of her brutal humiliation, exacerbated Claudia's hormonal roller coaster ride. The submissive switch had been activated and she was well aroused by now. More and more people were taking part. Everywhere she looked was a stream of piss, a load of cum, or a dump of tur...
I'm laying naked on the bed. Legs speed wide, as sneak into my bedroom. You stand there watching me as I run my hands up down my body. Down over my tits over my stomach over my pussy down my inner thighs then back up again. I rub my hands over my tits then start to squeeze and knead them. I rub the palm of my hand feeling them getting harder and harder as I...
Straight from the shower her warm body was begging for release. A smile passes her lips as she thinks of the lotion she had placed back in the shower. Wishing longingly, it was used as it had been before, but closing her eyes and reliving the full anal insertion of her own fist. Nowhere near the knee buckling pleasure brought by the love of her life. But a...
These stories are my fantasies and how I'd love to live my life. Any person or company presented are fictional. Title: "It could've gone worse!" So, I was pretty excited when I moved out of my parents' house to live on my own. I was well-versed with how to cook, clean and all that stuff. Money wasn't too tight too, but I always was afraid to live alone bec...
I had an incredibly hard day at work on that day. It wasn't the work itself. That was mundane and repetitive as always. It was more my mind racing, my heart pounding, my body trembling and a constant, burning, almost desperate excitement that consumed me all day. I lost count of how many trips to the bathroom I had made, drying myself off as the excitement g...
[For those of you who've never heard of a Chasti-Permalock (or the predecessor, the "Chastilock2000"), a bit of introduction is in order. Back in 1998, I was watching some infomercial (for lack of a better programme), and was struck by the uncanny way that one Barbie-dollish spokesmodel was hyping up a product as though it were the greatest thing since slice...
I wrote the following story almost ten years ago, but never published it. Somehow, I lost the first part. Enjoy. * * * * * I was able to get Beth out of the punishment room without anyone really noticing. I could tell she wasn't enjoying the activities there, and when she accidentally (?) backed into me and felt my hardness against her cute little ass, I t...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I received a request via e-mail from the UK to write this story. The lady told me the story line so I developed it around that. This story is completely fictional and there is no reference to any actual person. All names are fictitious and all characters are at least 18 years of age. * MEMORIES OF WIMBLEDON Abigail Wilson had just received...