It was just another boring evening at home since the Covid-19 stay at home orders were put in place. Since moving to Las Vegas only a few short months ago, Cammie and her husband of three years, Mark, did not know many people outside of a few work colleagues. With Cammie working her full time college instructor job at home and Mark being recently furlough fo...
Chapter 2: Quiet Corner The Peppercorn is a popular restaurant with a big bar and an extensive happy hour that draws a big crowd. I arrived early so I was lucky to find a parking spot just opposite the front door where I could wait for Tonya to arrive. After almost ten minutes, I was thinking that perhaps I should go inside, but then I saw Tonya drive past...
Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years. Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time. I was not the owner, but managed a gift shop on Sutter Street at Stockton in San Francisco. She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were bo...
Three PM at the coffee shop last week, I saw someone I had not seen for nine years. Monet was a woman I had hired years ago to work in the shop I ran at the time. I was not the owner, but managed a gift shop on Sutter Street at Stockton in San Francisco. She and I ran the shop nights and weekends, and she was always nice to be around. At the time, we were bo...
[The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate st...
Welcome back, my pervy readers. Enjoy! lioness71 ********** 'I can't take this shit anymore!' I'm thinking as I fix my hair and put my make-up on. This is the fucking 21st century, for Christ's sake. I just spent the last three years in the army. Now I'm in the middle of my second semester of Police Science, and that sexist, repulsive, piece of shit profe...
When I awoke the next day I was still sore between my thighs. I was bruised and tender, but it wasn't as bad as I'd thought. I went to work after all, and let my aching thighs serve as reminder of Mike's dominating size and an anticipation of what he may do to me next. I had agreed to be his personal call girl for two weeks, with no dirty kink off limits. I...
There are times when I am sure there is a god and he has one really fucked up sense of humor. The rest of the time I'm pretty damn sure the really fucked up sense of humor is from Martin. Not that I argued on this idea, or tree otherwise known as Francis did either. Our third bassist, otherwise known as number three, his idea, rather liked the idea. I mean...
As the SUV slowly moved along the dirt road to the cabin, the conversation had begun to create a bit of tension. Only, it was an awkwardly comfortable type of tension. It may have been Brad's comments, Tim's joke or Kim's confession that started the conversation in the current direction, but the further they traveled the deeper and kinkier it became. It star...
"So Steffie baby, can I ask you a quick one?" Sarah giggled. I shuddered to think of what she could want now, after all we'd been through, after all she'd done to me...what now? "What's that hun?" I asked in my best imitation female voice. When I was dressed like Steff, she wanted to hear me talk like Steff, so I had been giving it my best effort. "If you...