Note- This is a piece of speculative fiction based on Bree Olson the retired porn star and does not reflect any actual real events. xxx After a pleasant Sunday spent in the glorious Californian sunshine Bree Olson and her niece Elsa prepared supper in the large kitchen. Situated in West Hollywood the pair were entertaining their respective new boyfriends a...
Here is more story telling for the next three chapters. It seemed I've gotten carried away a littler. You should treat it like foreplay prior to good sex. If you're not that patient and you just like to get down and dirty maybe you should fast forward to Chapter 7 where it becomes fast and furious. I hope you enjoy it. Gray Chapter 4 After a delicious bre...
She was at his bedside when her butler died. "Complications following his stroke." Memories of a life well lived filled her heart as she processed his final words. Back a half century, when she was not yet 30, she posted her ad on Craigslist. Jennifer graduated college and law school near the top of her class. She snagged an excellent offer from an interna...
After cocktails, dinner and dancing afterwards, the bankers and other guests started back to their rooms in pairs. Not only in pairs, there were a couple of other combinations and swap-rounds happening in those hotel rooms, which raised some eyebrows in our suite and encouraged Max to rub his hands together Fagin-like. Apparently, his website was divided up...
To my one and only, thank you for letting me explore… She sighed with slight disappointment feeling him move away and get out of the bed. As she propped herself up on her elbows she watched him build a fire in the fireplace and set it alight. Although it was the early afternoon it was dark outside as the snow continued to fall. But the candles cast a warm g...
***All characters are over the age of 18.*** "Dearest," Daddy cooed in my ear as I attempted to remain still. We were at dinner, and I was making every effort to be as graceful and ladylike as he desired. "Yes Daddy?" I responded coolly, as though I could not feel his hand slipping beneath the high slit of the dress I wore. His hands brushed against the pi...
The little chime sounds as I entering the boutique, my tablet in my jean jacket pocket , smartphone in my back pants pocket. Looking towards the cash station, I see mom look up, relief on her face “Grant you made it!” “Told you I would spin by before going to the seminar!” going over and giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Go what’s the big reason I n...
After some talks about whom and what W/we want in a slavegurl for me, I begin the search to find her. Master has agreed to allow me to pick her and feels that He can trust me with my decision, and knows I wouldn't bring in someone He wasn't pleased with. So talking to a few girls and doing some face to face interviews with a few, I finally find the one wh...
Gale used the spoon to slice through the crispy puff pastry crust of the pot pie, his mouth watering at the rich scent of chicken that wafted into his nostrils. He lifted the large spoon and blew on a steaming mound of hand-stripped roasted chicken, wavy-cut carrots, Blue Lake green beans, sweet green peas and white corn, then shoveled the whole mass into hi...
It had been a hot June day. I was in the cook tent preparing and serving the food for our re-enactment group, vegetable soup with spit roasted lamb. You were in your blacksmiths tent, hammering the metal with the sweat dripping of your brow. Now and again we would catch each others eye and give a sort of smile. A smile that only lovers know. A smile that kin...