The Storage Closet Coffee Service Mike sat at his desk, working furiously away at the stack of papers that represented his workload for the day. His co-workers around him were impressed at the level of focus that he had, and left him to his work. Even his buddy Tom, who would normally find something to give him a hard time about something, simply shrugged a...
"It's called 'Valengasus SaVantera' or the Nightflower." I slapped at the mosquito on my neck. Looking back I still was not impressed. "Really Martin? Really? Two planes, a jeep ride through hell and a five hour slog through rain forest for this?" Martin smiles at me. His big toothed grin, which shows how badly he needs to see a dentist. "Here." He trie...
*This is a REPOST of Part Two of Frustrated Stephanie. The first post didn't the ending on it. If you haven't read Part One yet, its recommended that you do. I continued the story since a number of readers wanted more development on her side.* Dave finished pulling of his clothes and looked at Stephanie. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked....
Chapter 3 The Seduction/Domination Begins At precisely seven the bell rang, I answered the intercom and Ryan announced that he was in the lobby. Without bothering if any one else was in the lobby I decided to use the feminine name I had chosen, "Yes Nancy, come up to your Mistress!" and opened the lobby door. I walked to the elevator to wait for him not eve...
As I lay there on your chest, I can still feel your hard cock against my wet pussy. You here some one pulling in the drive way and a panicked look comes across your face. You start to buck up trying to get me off of you. I look up to make sure your hands are still hand cuffed to the bed posts and reach for your blind fold and put it on you. "What are you doi...
I should have known better than to follow her around the store for too long that afternoon. She was tall, probably around 6'3, in heeled boots, so she was likely 5'10" to 6'0" tall in her bare feet. Her hair was dark brown, curly, just touching her shoulders. In contrast, her eyes were a deep green. She wore a white business jacket, matching skirt and a silk...
This story is part of a series that includes two other stories: Fight Test and Victims of the Revolution. The characters are not recurrent, and it can be enjoyed without the other stories. -- Homeless. Jobless. Pregnant. In this city, just another way of saying 'dead.' Corporations ruled the day, moving unchecked across a landscape that grew more arid an...
Paula was indeed a sight to behold. Her thick red hair seemed altogether fuller a longer. Her make up so immaculately applied. Her lips so full and sensuous. She appeared to be wearing a white basque which was hardly containing her huge breasts. Over this was a kind of black cloak tied at the neck. James couldn't quite make out what she was wearing on her le...
"And just where do you think you're going?" I didn't get time to answer as the housemistress flipped a silky stocking around my ankles and yanked me off my feet. Fortunately, a heavily padded leather couch broke my fall, but left my ankles exposed. Before I could try to roll off of the couch, the housemistress's hands deftly wound and tied the soft yet unyi...
As I grew older, I discovered ways of seeing more and more panties, even bras. I discovered slips, mostly half slips and camisoles. I also discovered what they can smell like after they have been worn. Yes, I know that the gusset of the panties themselves have her juices on them, but I'm also talking about the perfumes. The deodorants. You could smell it on...