Chapter V: Pets Come In Many Forms The famed sorceress Annabeth was a mess. Her long sanguine hair stuck to her sweat-soaked shoulders and breasts like creepers to a castle. Her grey eyes were raw and bloodshot, staring defiantly ahead. Her chiselled face was cleaved into bulging quadrants of flesh from the strict leather harness that kept her gagged. Her...
Part One The Beginning As John Clarke came into the room, Mrs Murphy his 52 year old cleaning lady was more than ready. Over the past 4 weeks she had started to recognise her Employer's little mannerisms. She knew his needs so well. She was a nice lady and didn't want Mr Clarke to do anything that he didn't want to do. He was after all a Senior Teacher and...
Lauren was a stunning young woman. She turned heads all the time, attracting both male and female attention and often jealousy. This was due to several things. For one, she was beautiful. She had a stunning face with snow white skin, large doe eyes and a cute mouth with lush, pout lips. She kept her wavy brown hair long, which accented her almond shaped face...
Chapter 13 The Master -- Napoleon Lajoie I met Bill the following day at Morrison's Restaurant at exactly 6 pm. He had changed again. No longer a colored preacher, he was now a tall, gaudily dressed gentleman in a camel's haired jacket and dark brown slacks. He had a corn colored pompadour that most women would covet, and he was unabashedly good-looking....
Tom sat forward on the black leather couch; Barbara knelt at her husband's feet. Having her hands cuffed behind her back put her off balance and forced her to rely on him to keep her upright; it also allowed Tom to position her body as he wanted it. One thick hand wound through her long blonde hair, steadying her with his strength and reminding her of his co...
Juan Gutierrez was restless. Maria, his wife, had gone to Mexico for a month-long visit with her parents and siblings. That was three weeks ago and he missed her terribly. She was the heart and soul of his life. He missed her cheerful bustling around the apartment. He missed the flash of her eyes. He missed her full strong laughter in the face of all life's...
Johnathon watched as Lana fingered the tree shaped pendant, he was still in a bad mood, he thought he and Tyrome were finally even. Here the ass had given them protection for their child; Johnathon knew that Tyrome had more also. He was never going to be able to pay him back at this rate, not concentrating once again; Johnathon started blowing the hell out o...
WARNING and disclaimer, this story contains extreme BDSM. Electric play is potentially fatal and you should not attempt anything described here. The Session: I have had an obsession with pain for as long as I can remember. In my adult years the main focus has been with electro play. A deep desire for endless amounts of pain has haunted and motivated me to...
Tempest updates you on real life activity and responds to her Lit Feedback emails from September and the first half if October. Topics include Energy work/play, sacred sex and sex magick, being a succubus, the Netflix show "Lore", female power and how fear of female sexuality developed our fear and shame of sex and sex magick, the link between orgasms and...
Eight year old Jennifer Daley hated being in church. What Jenny - as she was called by her mother and her friends - especially hated about church was the ancient, uncomfortable pews. It felt like she was sitting on concrete and whenever she moved around to stop her bottom from falling asleep, the scratchy, smelly cushion that stretched across the long pew wo...