This is further exploration of young women that turn to the escort industry to make much needed money. This is the second instalment highlighting Saira, a foreign, Muslim music student who accidentally broke her hymen while masturbating with a personal vibrator. This was a catastrophe since a Muslim bride in her country MUST be a virgin or she will be shunne...
How many woman have I loved, how many woman have loved me. I don’t know the answer to either question. I can tell you that I have been married four times and divorced four times. Before during and between these marriages there have been a few wonderful ladies in my life. One that comes to mind was between number two and three. This love affair actually start...
Valda looked out over the still waters of the lake, squinting for a sign of the opposite shore through the thick fog, finding none. Behind her, Corella picked through the mossy rocks beside the cliff-face, looking for something, although the barbarian was not quite sure what that something was. Wolves howled somewhere off in the distance, but while the two w...
Nancy spent two years putting together the perfect foursome for her particular interests. During that time, she has swapped out two men who were replaced by better alternatives for her needs. There were no hard feelings when they were asked to leave. In fact, she still sees one of them on a semi-regular basis but only in a one-on-one setting. They call it di...
I'm one of the many children of the Dale family, who own the Dale farm - well obviously. I've got six siblings, but that doesn't really matter. We've all grown up and moved out, some of us come help during the harvest season, but the house is far from the crowded place I grew up in. This year, after breaking up with my third long time-ish girlfriend, at 28...
The Feasting This bloodline was strong, I'd been warned for years and now felt it in the air as I approached the manor. They were secretly immigrants, as the mother was estranged sister to the Dutch Abraham Van Helsing. Her family exiled her when she was caught sleeping with a Paganist, and Britain has never been fond of foreigners. The father was a direct...
Chapter 8: Freedom I woke to the sound of a quiet "click." The collar was loose on my throat; it had opened by itself. The room was still shadowy dark, but I assumed the click meant it was morning and I was free. I reached up and took the collar off. I sat up, rubbed my neck and looked around. My master was lying on the bed curled up on his right side snori...
"Another boring Friday night for your insomniac ass," Zoey said to the girl in the mirror. She was right, of course. The night had been fairly boring indeed. Zoey had less friends than she would have liked, and it seemed they always made plans without her these days. Likely it was due to her shyness, she thought - Zoey barely said a word when she w...
She looked back and saw the two of them looking. They looked like they were waiting for her to come back. "They don't expect me to come crawling back to make the deal? Do they really expect me to do this?" She thought to herself. She then found herself walking back. She didn't completely want to, but something about walking around topless here sounded almos...
Then he gets up and goes across the room, but I don't dare look up. He strips out of his clothes and then takes me by the hair and brings me to my feet. Looking at me he says "Slave? do you need a reminder as to who is Master here?" Still having my eyes to the floor, I answer him. "No Sir, I know you are my Master" My bottom is aching and tears are ru...