I had driven past her house several times, trying to get up the courage to knock on the door. It had been a week from hell and I needed someone to hold but she didn't know that I was coming. Finally though, I parked a few doors down from her house and went to the door. I had no more tapped on the door than she was there, a smile on her face that took my trou...
A lot of fuckers these days put a lot of store in words, books, anything where a bunch of letters are shoved together and think it's pretty darn profound. "Oh, Hi Wank, we've missed your eloquence, charm and wonderful insights!" No problem, little fella; it's what I'm here for. Now shut up and pay attention. Thing is, whilst these people with bookcases ar...
"We're going shopping on your next paycheck -- it's time to go deeper. Pick me up at 10am," Autum texted me. "Yes Mistress," I replied. Trembling, I put the phone down and reflected on our relationship. It had been a few years since I met Autum, and what started as dating had quickly devolved into a financially submissive dynamic. Autum demanded regular spo...
Chapter 1 – The encounter "Life is pretty mainstream", or so I thought. I lived a pretty average life: 45 hour a week job, hanging out with friends on the weekends, meeting the family on Sundays, the daily workout routine, and the occasional fling or girlfriend. I have never been a Casanova, but never really had a hard way with girls either. Ever since my s...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Raven Reyes found herself in a very familiar position, stuck in the middle of her wives. Sadly it was one of the few times that she wasn't getting fucked in the process, but that would come soon enough. And so would she, she thought with a smile. Which quickly...
Angela worked hard to empty her man's balls. She did not think about the cold concrete floor upon which she kneeled, or her aching jaws that stretched over the veins and skin of the magnificent black cock. All she could think of was how to make him feel so good he would let her be his girl again. Just a few weeks earlier , before she met Thomas, she was a s...
Some days went by after the meeting. Days when I held in my mind her face, her voice, her words, her tone, her assurance, her nuances of expression, the look on her face as she spoke. Days when I was sure that I'd failed, then hopeful I had not. Days when I wished I'd not said what I had, and had said what I hadn't. Days when I cringed at my clueless...
As the slave lay there in the required position, he felt the dread sweep through him again as he could hear the two ladies giggling down the hall. Although not daring to look, he assumed they were in his Mistress's bedroom and again he was of the belief that nothing good was going to come of this for him. After ten minutes or so, he realized that the ladies...
Cathy O'Niel copyright 2006 As I come into the room, wearing a black leather skirt and leopard print bra, I see you, kneeling quietly in the corner by the couch. You are clad only in a pair of skimpy briefs, a deep red color. I glance down, and I can see them hugging your crotch, clearly outlining your erection. I smile wickedly, knowing that you have been...
"You fool! Have you no idea of the honor and privilege bestowed upon you?" Cyrenia's words were sharp and hurried, at odds with her patient movements. Setting the teapot down, she raised her cup, taking a deep breath of jasmine. Across from her, Magdalyn raised her own cup, a scowl marring her perfect features. "So I have been told by many. And I will tell...