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...
Author's note: This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental. This is part 5 of a series which is better understood if Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 are read first, but that is not essential. The practices and behaviors of people in this story are not meant a...
Author's note: the narrator becomes less of a douche bag as the story progresses. * Not too many living artists on the planet can get $600 for a pencil sketch, but I can. Jenna wanted a nude as a gift for her husband. She didn't earn much from her gigs as a model down at the guild. Her husband was pretty rich, but because Jenna was such a spend thrift, he...
After my dad passed away at 86 I decided it was time to move in with my mom to take care of her. She was 84 at the time and I just didn't feel good about putting her into a home for the elderly. With the help of caretakers who looked after her during the day while I worked, I spent the next five years watching over my mom until at 89 she finally joined my da...
"Hey I'm up here," I waved, Kate looked up; "It feels amazing baby but come up here; I need to talk to you. "Yer still soft William, is something wrong?" "No, No... well maybe, I need to clear some things up you is all." "You're angry," Kate whispered. "No, not angry - more like concerned, it's important to me that you understand, relationships are a 2...
"Level of passion you say William, Aye." Would that level be the same as when - with your, ballerina Hmmm?" She placed her greasy thumb in her mouth, making sure I saw it, and smirked as I looked down at her; "Fishing for another compliment huh?" Okay, you're certainly right up there." Kate glared at me; I did nothing to play down her response by adding; "...
There is no such thing as the perfect submissive. There's no such thing as a perfect Domme for that matter either. There is, however, a symbiosis, a precious and delicate balance, an equilibrium that can only be achieved between Domme and sub, involving owner and pet that transcends all other relationships. No vanilla/romantic relationship can compare to the...
I wrote this story privately for my new friend kinkycanucks. The concept, the sexual menu, and even the characters down to the waxed pussies were her contribution. After the story was finished, we both agreed that it was hot enough to share with the community here, and we agreed to publish. If you like this story, make sure you send kinkycanucks some kudos!...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors and made corrections, comments, and suggestions to improve my story. Any errors you may find are mine alone. * * * If you haven't read Chapter 1, I suggest you do so—there's a lot of background material which you've missed. If you've read Chapter 1, as you recall, Michael visi...
Monday was another usual day. Cows with hardware, calves scouring in need of antibiotics, a fresh heifer with milk fever. Some of these things farmers will take care of themselves, but those were becoming fewer and fewer. Many chose to have a vet out right away, not after them spending precious dollars on off the shelf meds before calling us. We were getting...