It seems like I meet all of my play toys through some variation of the same: the old, a friend of a friend, of a friend, who knows somebody, who has a friend, who might know somebody. At least it seems that roundabout. Then again I don't look online, although I do have a few web pages. I'm only 18, but I do have a few "toys" in my "toy box." Plus I have Soph...
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A Date with the Devil PART ONE: THE WRIGGLING WRANGLER LUCIFER "So..." Rachel said, sitting across the table from me at the coffee shop patio, "you, Lucifer Beelzebub Satan, are in love with me, Rachel Christine Johnson." "Yeah," I sighed as I stirred my coffee, "I am." "How..." Rachel said as she searched the brimstone sky, hoping to find the words w...
When Lyndsay's mother got back from New York, Lyndsay spoke to her mother about me and Julie moving in with them. Mrs. Brie had already met me, and thought that I was perfect for her daughter. She seemed to think I was a good influence on her or something. She seemed thrilled at the prospect of me moving in, and becoming a more significant part of Lyndsay's...
Note to readers: This series is a continuation of "Laura's Femdom Empowerment". You should read that series before this one. ***** Chapter 5 How to Date a Dominatrix The next morning on my way to the hospital I got a call from my boss. She said they needed me at the clinic for the week. It was just as well. Bodhi could use the time to process and figure...
Dianne's boyfriend, Terry, was going to be home soon, so we had to wrap up our special afternoon. I began to pull my pants back up but the load of cum in my satin panties would surely soak through. "Wait, stop," said Dianne from the bed, her posture becoming more chaste after her open display of masturbation. Her legs pulled together as her hips turned. "Op...
Dear Reader: This is the next-to-last instalment of the "Bad Girl" series. This was supposed to be the last, but I wanted it to have a happy ending for all involved. So due to the necessary lengthening, I have broken the Final Chapter into two. Here is the first. My thanks to all of you for your comments, reminders, and occasional "Hey—you fucked up" memos....
Baldor Woodbead straightened his back and clenched his teeth. Being summoned by the Master of Assassins didn't always or even commonly end in inhumation. Most students survived. But most students at the Assassins' Guild School were aristocrats. Scholarship students like Baldor were seldom summoned to Lord Downey's office. Scholarship students had a hard enou...
***This is my original work and may not be republished without permission. * INITIATION "The party tricks don't count toward your first fifty." Of course they don't. You wouldn't want to make it too easy. "Whatever it takes." "Once you pass the second level you will be required to do more tricks. More challenging tricks." It doesn't matter. I'm a whore...
Cotton mouth, dry eyes that were reluctant to open and a slight headache were Adam's first impressions of the day. Recollection of the evening before came next and served to counter the dilatory effects of the wine that had been consumed. A self-satisfied grin materialized with the awareness of a blond head on his left shoulder and darker brown on his right....