Juliette and I hadn’t seen each other in almost two months. The last time we’d even spoken to one another on the phone had been a disaster. And the last time we’d seen each other…well, let’s just say that things had not gone well. So when she called and said that she was coming over…’to get a few things and maybe talk’ I didn’t know what to think. Of course,...
"I'm in the lobby. Here are your instructions." I can hear you gasp. Good. That's the desired effect. You take too long to answer, and I hold the pay phone away from my ear, glancing around as hotel guests come and go. Finally, you say, "Tell me what to do. I will do anything for you." I smile with relief. "I want you kneeling on a pillow facing away fro...
My strict master had ordered me to prepare myself for picking him up at the airport by binding my nipples with rubber bands and to present them braless beneath a tight white tee. Naturally I did as I was told. ... But do you have any idea how long waiting for him to get off the plane was? Not only does waiting always seem long, but with men ogling my 36F's...
Friday, October 30. 9:30ish. I say "9:30ish", but really I knew it was 9:23 pm, just like it was the last time I pushed back the gauntlet on my glove to check my watch. The TV above the bar said 9:27. God – David was such a flake. I nursed the ice-water remainders in the tumbler on the bartop before me. It was the last of my third, which was really more th...
"What do you think they're going to do?" I said. "You sound a bit nervous." I looked at my husband, driving us toward a northern suburb of the city. "I am," I said. "Do you want to back out of this?" "No," I said. "But I'm starting to think that I'm going to be very embarrassed." "Well, isn't that part of the game? Isn't that part of the fantasy we've t...
Chapter 8: Sorority Halloween Saturday morning, Halloween day, was warm and sunny. Cindy and my love making from earlier that morning left us both happy and hungry. Marsha was in the kitchen and she had prepared a big breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits. Since it was extremely unusual for Marsha to do anything so nice, especially for me, I attributed it t...
Anya… I still can't believe I did it. How they talked me into it I'm not sure, but somehow my girlfriends got me in that ring, and the next thing I knew they were tying on the boxing gloves. It was my bachelorette party, only three days before I was supposed to marry my high school sweetheart, Danny. I wasn't dressed for boxing, that was for sure, and I re...
The relentless buzzing between her widely bound thighs was torturous. The magic wand was affixed against her throbbing clit, but the pressure was light, only allowing her to stay on the very edge of release. her muscles tightened and relaxed, rippling under the soft flesh of her arms and back, as she pulled against the leather that bound her wrists above h...
I returned to my seat as if in a dream, cock forced downwards by her panties and ass aflutter because of the intense vibrations coming from the buttplug. I couldn't believe what just happened-or happening. I had gone from taking a routine flight to being molested in the bathroom of an airplane, forced to eat this stranger's pussy, wear her panties and suffer...
The blow job contest having finished (see chapter 1) we settled down to eat. The club premises being an ex pub had a kitchen and the chef must have stayed on. I had that staple of Aussie pub food; a Parmie. Yes a huge chicken parmigiana smothered in cheese with chips and tomato sauce. Masterchef it wasn't. Then I belched and settled back for the next contest...