I found Mistress Q lounging in the chair She had been sitting in when I first talked to Her. There was an ottoman in front of the chair with some implements on it. I could not see all of them clearly as my eyes were cast to the floor. I stood in front of Mistress in the proper position. She sat up straight on the edge of the chair. "Turn around and place y...
Seated in the coffee shop on the high street, opposite the beauty salon, Nicki had a great view of the salon's waiting room. She was also beginning to understand the implications of Tom forbidding her to wear underwear. Walking down the high street, the winter wind blowing strongly, she had been acutely aware that a thin layer of skirt fabric was all that se...
Ronnie scrambles to his feet as Emmett regains his. Ronnie's fury is now focused on Emmett. He advanced, crowbar held high, ready to bash the damn dog's brains in. Emmett puts himself between Lyssa and Ronnie, hackles raised, eyes blazing, growling, snarling. Damn his ribs hurt but there was no way he was letting the male anywhere near Lyssa. He could kil...
"Hilton, Paris. Number 11669. Isolation cell #3," the voice rang out in her head, over and over again. A goddamn number. How on earth did they think that they could reduce her to a goddamn number. Fucking dumb cops and their stupid little jails and uniforms. She couldn't believe that they would assign her a number and make her wear these terrible clothes. W...
Sarah moved through the woods along the riverbank, peace seeping into her soul with each step she took. After burying her grandmother just yesterday the wind rustling through the treetops and the sound of rushing water was a balm to her sorrow. Grandma's home was now her home including all the wooded property behind it. Lost in the peace and serenity she so...
Jimmy parked his truck in front of the dorm and climbed out. Checking the name on the front of the building, he walked up the sidewalk and pulled the door open. As soon as he stepped into the building, he heard her. "JIMMY!" He turned to the sound and barely had time to register the form of a pretty brunette before she flew into his arms. Squeezing him t...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
As in the previous chapter, this story is intended to be read as a script. Remember: all feedback is welcome! Have fun! * Lorelei hurries down the stairs, dressed in a short magenta skirt, white blouse and black jacket, still fixing her hair. As she steps into her high heels, she notices the big piles of study materials and handwritten papers all over the...
As far as first dates go, especially blind dates, I guess you could say my date with Mark was hot. In every sense of the word. I almost canceled when he called to confirm Saturday morning. Not without good reason, mind you. The weatherman had predicted record breaking heat wave temperatures-- temperatures that had been climbing slowly and steadily all week....
As the sleepy fog cleared my mind, I felt warm sunshine on my face. Remembering the night before, I couldn’t help but smile as I pictured my wife Stacy fucking my ass with my pink dildo. Running my hands down my slim body I felt the baby doll nightie still spread across my chest. Finding the strength to sit up and greet the day, I found I was unable to open...