In the Burgundy Exercise Room, Esther, one among forty naked and perspiring calisthenticists, swung her arms up, gasping. She didn't want to get Master Specs's attention. How a weird little fuck like him worked for Mistress Arnell, Esther would never know. "Feet together, shoulders back, hands in front of your chest, Jumping Jacks let's go!" And they b...
After breakfast, which had turned out quite well, courtesy of Heather, Mira, and Ming, I found myself being escorted back to the underground crypt or vault, whatever they wished to call it, though I wasn't alone. I was blindfolded again, of course, as were the others, but so were the dozen or so guests that arrived, who appeared to belong to a sorority affil...
This story talks about sex and religion. There will be some rough sex and elements of BDSM, so if you are looking for romance, this is not the story for you. Also, if you harbor in your heart any thoughts about the sanctity of religion, then please move along, because I will surely offend you. Otherwise, I present to you Part 3 of A Priestess of Isis. ****...
When Jamila flew to Frankfurt, she was already six months pregnant, while her co-wives Khalida and Rashida were three months pregnant. Their husband Zayan was quite lucky, as he was left with two randy wives (as they were in their second trimester of pregnancy), while the one who began experiencing discomfort while having sex had to go abroad. Sharifa notic...
Maggie, 37, had gotten her full professorship a few years back - and with it came an immense level of leverage. She had made a name for herself studying the life cycles of fauna in controlled forests. It attracted a lot of funding from logging companies and exposed her to many wood-be brawny executives, over whom she often enjoyed delicately exerting her int...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ——————— Marsha Has A Nice Afternoon A blonde, a red-head and a Rabbi open a box with a dildo in it. That'd be a great set-up for a joke, but there aren't any Rabbis hanging around Tucker's studio. Not yet anyway. "Holy shit!" Marsha said. She hoisted a huge double-ended rubber phallus...
DD had just fucked me. As always it had been great, well at least for me. I think for him too, but I can never really tell with DD or, with most men come to that. Do they really enjoy me? Am I any good? Better than most, average, terrific or pretty poor? Do they confuse my looks, which I think are ok, with my sexual skills? Does my blonde hair, my trim figur...
This story is a follow up to a Loving Wives category story. I want to say thank you to Just_Words for the format idea. I have tried to contact him a couple of times but got no answer back. I hope that he appreciates the fact that he is an inspiration for other authors. I also want to thank Infinite Cycle for commenting on my original story. I have used a par...
Chapter 1 The Honorable Gertrude T. Randall had just wrapped up a court case and was back in chambers when she heard a very sharp knock at the door. She assumed that it was her law clerk, the very appropriately named Annette Chambers, so she rose to unlock the door and let her inside. She could not have been prepared for what followed, as two uniformed men...
Jennifer placed the large glass of lemonade next to Pete and plopped down on the deck chair next to him. He looked over at her and smiled. "Thanks." "Thanks nothing. Finn went nuts again. Some sort of special lemons he flew in from Florida. We've got tons. Drink up." Pete chuckled, raising his glass in appreciation, nonetheless. The sun was setting, and th...