I woke up the next morning feeling sore but strangely refreshed, especially after a late night of deep thoughts and sorting through a ton of feelings. I stretched, still naked in bed, and ran my hands over my body, remembering last night's pleasure and wincing as they ran over my abused nipples. Kisa, my kitty, was still in bed and chirped awake when I pette...
Courtney was already walking up to the front door and Ellie followed in tow. The door opened before they even got all the way up the front porch steps, Jim greeting them with a small smile. "Hey, hey," Courtney greeted, slipping in past him. "I brought you a present!" His eyes fell upon Ellie and he grinned. Ellie responded in kind and moved forward to e...
"What the fuck?" Bill read Michele's return email? 'Look forward to having you for dinner. I know what you like ;) Michele' He clicked the attachment and was rewarded with a very short video of Michele. She was wearing a very nice tight black leather skirt and creamy satin top, stockings and heels. She lifted her skirt just high enough to expose her stock...
Disclaimer: The usual warnings apply. This is an adult story, about an adult topic, written for adults. If you are too young or prefer not to read this type of material, then don't. This story contains material of an explicit nature about the relationship between people. It is not for children. The author does not advocate, encourage or promote real world p...
My Feather Girl 02b -- Polishing the stone LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Many thanks go to RF-Fast and thor_pf for ed...
The loud sounds of hands, banging on a wooden plank diminished the image of Pankaj as Sapna stirred out of her sweet dream to face the reality of another hard day at work. With much labor she opened her eyes to see the red hearts dangling over the poster of Hrithik Roshan, the matinee idol, heartthrob of billions across India and maybe another million across...
P.J. turned on her side, looked at the young man's back, the taut, muscled, smooth back. He was sleeping soundly, sweat still matting the dark curls along his neck, resting from the early morning marathon. This is not going to work, she thought. He takes too much work, too much time. Brian, the young man in question, had been in P.J.'s head and bed for two...
My life is complicated. I just turned eighteen and I'm still in high school. My mother died when I was very young so my father raised me all on his own, at least until last year when he married a woman only seven years older than me. My dad brought me up to be a nice respectable girl and I would never do anything to disappoint him. However, everything has ch...
Foreword I offer a quick thank you to those of you who enjoyed my first Femdom story. This is another in that line. It takes place a few weeks after the events depicted in "Moving Day". As this series of stories is relayed, both male domination and female domination will be featured. This series of stories details a continuing sexual power struggle. It sh...
Tom should have known better. It was something between a bet and a dare; something he'd been goaded into by his half-drunken buddies on a particularly boring night. The four of them were halfway through splitting a case of cheap beer when Sam had brought out one of those cheap "XXX" newspapers from a vending machine a few blocks from the airport. They'd chu...