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Frozen Assets Ch. 1

by Nickton on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

NOT long now. I check my Rolex again, the small in-built light illuminating the watch face. It's dark in the closet, the wooden slats of the door providing only a little natural light. The small stool is hard, my buttocks are numb and my back aches. I'm not claustrophobic, but I've had enough of this enclosed space, with all its cleaning implements, packin...

Life At Islands Estates Ch. 12

by Tall_cool_one on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

After our soak in the hot tub, I gave Louise the Rolex and she was duly appreciative. We chatted for a long time before turning in. I fell asleep with her resting her head on my shoulder. Morning found me alone in the bed. I was up and dressing when Sweet Rita brought me my morning coffee. She and Louise were off to Jacksonville on a grocery mission, and I w...

Warren's Women 02

by Paris Waterman on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Jasmine, Part 2 Warren left the elevator and entered the lobby. Glancing at his Rolex, he found it was four-thirty and the onset of Manhattan's rush hour exodus was underway. He thought about stopping for a drink if she was a no show and didn't hear her approach from behind. "Got a match handsome?" Gracefully, he pivoted around and held a cigarette li...

Sabine

by Evil1979 on Sep 14, 2019
Fan Fiction

Sabine, Mitte 30 war eine attraktive Frau. Sie hatte schulterlange schwarze Haare und war immer gut gestylt. Eine Rolex an ihrem Handgelenk zeigte den Erfolg, den sie als Immobilienmaklerin hatte. Doch ihre Schönheit war auch mit einer Schwäche verbunden, die sie unsympathisch wirken ließ. Sie hatte eine arrogante Art gegenüber Kunden, die über nicht genügen...

Helen Pt. 01: The Hooker

by tentoestoofar on Mar 3, 2020
Fetish

Ben had booked a suite at the Metropolitan. It wasn't the cheapest hotel in town, but he believed that first impressions count. He checked his Rolex, and took a sip of the single malt he had just paid out the nose for. Helen was late. What was that again about first impressions? Meh, it didn't matter. In the end, the doctor was paying for the room. If Helen...

Kate's Capture Pt. 02 Ch. 01

by PassionStJohn on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Ahmed sat on the couch waiting. At his feet, the dark-haired girl trembled as he stroked her hair. He had not been gentle with her when he had arrived. He needed her fear to be real. The girl should be afraid with what he had found on her computer. Her master would be very upset should he find out. He glanced at his Rolex, Kate would be arriving any moment....

Placement Office

by RioRedKing on Sep 14, 2017
Mature

Central Texas, early May, 1967 Placement Office The Camaro turned into the parking lot and eased up to an empty space beside the sign that proclaimed "Taylor University, Placement Office, 9:00-4:30, M-F". The driver moved the Hurst shifter to neutral and set the parking brake, but didn't turn the key off. The exhausts burbled a promise of power with a pres...

Gyno Fetish Fulfilled

by kinkidusti on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

Krista walked into the office and sat in a seat across from a man sitting at his desk. He looked completely professional from his head to his toes. He was wearing a black polo shirt with khaki pants and smart brown shoes. His hands were folded together neatly on his desk, his middle finger sported a tastefully thin gold band and he wore a golden Rolex watch...

Wherever I Go, She Go Ch. 01

by Lyzette on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

Alexander DeMarca narrowed his grey eyes at the strip club, and grimaced with distaste. Jesus, he hated this fucking place. He hated the music, the strippers, the uniforms; even the smell turned him off. "When is this place gonna change?" he asked his best friend Cyrus, who was sitting down at one of the VIP tables. "When your father stops being a dick and...

Paid For

by avrgblkgrl on Sep 11, 2017
Interracial Love

Sidney had no poker face. So, she had done the one and only other thing that could possibly explain why she was glowing and unable to stop smiling. She went shopping. "I'm home," she called out, laughing at how she must look-kicking at the heavy, ornate door in an attempt to close it while balancing on the other foot. The delicate sound of her own voice ec...