This is a sad story. There is hardly any sex. It's the second of the trilogy where I explore the aftermath of infidelity. It's supposed to be a homage to Edgar Allen Poe. I hope you enjoy it. ***** Forevermore Chapter 1 December was hot in Adelaide. Unable to sleep, I made my way to my study, fired up the computer and started surfing the web. Aft...
Gray showed a little trepidation when the cab arrived next day, and the heavy portmanteaux which accompanied the ladies was once more lifted for transport to Hampstead, Ella noting the insecurity in his eyes as Elsa and Martha grabbed an arm each, as if to ensure he did not run away. Her sex tingled with pleasure on seeing genuine fear in his eyes for the fi...
In the first story, Damian, took charge of me for the next 4 days, to dominate me, to test my limits. This is what I have asked my husband to do for me as a 55th birthday present. This is not a long time fantasy. It came to me out of a conversation I overheard, at a lingerie party, a whim, if you will. My husband, Paul, has been supportive of me and agreed...
Uncle Ron had allowed me to have a good night's rest following my exploits at the hen night and, after my shower, I had felt relaxed and ready to go home and get ready for my few days away with my husband, Michael, which I was really looking forward to. However, the incident that morning with Francisco had got me worked up again as he had selfishly satisfied...
He stands beside the bathroom window, stock still just as ordered. His pants are long gone. He's already rock hard from the tongue bath he'd given his wicked Mistress just moments ago. As a reward for his efforts he'd been promised a new mistress, a second to join in the game. He was practically dripping just from the thought. After all, the game was always...
She rode his cock, reverse-cowgirl style, hard enough to make the bedframe groan in protest. Tim's head rolled from side to side on the pillow, overcome with pleasure, his muffled moans echoing off the bedroom walls. Trembling, his hips rose to meet her as much as they could, his movements restricted by the leather cuffs at the head and foot of the bed. As h...
Authoress's notes: Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email. * Nearly a year after the end of the Yuuzhan Vong War. . . "I can't believe Tahiri is still living with the Yuuzhan Vong," Jaina said to her companion as she flew the ship down to Zonama Sekot. Alema Rar glanced back at he...
So, it's finally here. Many apologies for the delay. I wrote this over a year ago. Unfortunately, extending the story meant that it fell under the 'option' clause in my publishing contract, so I had to submit the extended story to them first. The option has lapsed, so now I'm free to publish here. As per my normal warnings, it's in UK English and contains...
I was miserable. The bent over position with my head forced back was causing cramps in my back, shoulders, neck, and thighs. My nipples were a constant source of acute pain that was intensified by my Mistresses occasional teasing with her foot. My cock and balls consumed a great deal of my attention. The rubber band behind my balls was the origin of an excru...
The names used in this story are not real. Any similar names to real persons are purely coincidental. ***** I got an email from her husband, Jim. He'd seen an online profile I'd written over a year ago, and had all but forgotten about. It had explained my nicely furnished dungeon and my ability to perform fantasies for women and select couples. When I'd b...