Amie had just moved to Ottawa to attend university. She had been there a week and at the tender age of 20, this was her first real experience in a larger city. "Thank goodness I didn't pick U of T!" she thought many times while downtown near the Ottawa U campus. This city is just the right size. Moving to a new city meant many new things. A new apartment a...
Author's Note: Just a fun little romp. I have other stories with more weight! The prompt was a sub asking, "Can anyone come over to watch a scary movie with me tonight?" ***** Your text simply says, "Watching scary movie tonite. Need someone 2 cuddle me." "Be there @10," I text back. I finish my drink, and look out at the ocean. I think of your oh-so-swe...
Chapter 1: The Preparation We talked many times over the past year about you coming to Minneapolis for a "sales call". At first, there was no business reason. Then there was no time. Now however, because of the recent exports that your company handled for me, we have both a business reason and the time. We also have a date: today. You will arrive on an earl...
That week went by slowly, the time I spent at work my mind continued to relive the excitement we had over the weekend. I was again dressed conservatively on the outside, but under the dresses and skirts I wore no undergarments. Mark wanted me to always be thinking of sex, and to always be ready if he wanted me. On Friday afternoon I was finishing up with so...
Thank all of you for your votes on Chapter 1 as well as your comments. Know that I appreciate all of you. And once again I want to extend my heartfelt thanks to my editor and friend Angel_Love for her assistance and friendship. The Application Frank called late that night and reported that Judy had fulfilled her punishment assignment just as I had ordered...
Author's Note - Thank you for reading my story. This is my first attempt at erotic prose, so I appreciate your patience with me. I also hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it) - EAL ***** Taylor Reeves hated moving. Loathed it. The tape. The boxes. The deadlines. The expenses. Despite her personal views on the subject, her move from t...
Friday night. I am secured in a standing position, naked and spread eagled. My ankles are secured to a spreader bar, my hands to restraints attached to new hooks she has attached to the ceiling. My wife's mouth surrounds but does not touch my pulsating cock. I tighten my groin muscles to make contact. She pulls away. "Bad boy!" She reaches down for her rid...
This is part 6 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa Sunday August 30 When I got up...
Preface- Taking a break from my "Indian Wife Gone Bad" series for a few days. Writer's block of sorts. No point in continuing the story for the heck of it, if the quality falters, right? Meanwhile, I have started on a different story. It is also a wife story, but it varies from the other series. Firstly, the wife is not really slut per se, at least not initi...
(All the characters in this story are at least18 years of age. Well actually they are all fictional, but they are fictional and at least 18) I gave the DVD player a satisfying smack, but the disk was still jammed. It was official; I now had a new definition of bad, having your DVD player break when you are sitting on the couch sans pants with a ¾ erection....