Story contains coercion and reluctance. ***** Mr. and Mrs. Crudele were going to have a much needed night out. Since the arrival of their little bundle of joy four months earlier they hadn't had a night out together. In fact they rarely had a few consecutive hours sleep in a row. But that night they had plans for a quick supper followed by an evening at th...
Sara had been at Oxford for six months when Hermann began to seep into her consciousness. His presence crept up on her, like water being absorbed into a sponge. At first it was only glimpses-the furtive exchange of eye contact from across the lecture hall, the accidental brushing of sides walking through a doorway. She would look up on the walk from her coll...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, sat astride her steed Snowglide as the mare carefully picked her way up the mountainside. She and Sophie had split up that morning, both agreeing that they would return to the camp that evening if neither of them found anything. Sophie had gone east, and Sara had gone west. Below her she could see the huge waterfall that...
When I peeked through the curtains to see who it was knocking on the door, I chuckled at the sight of Sara Wilson, who turned out to be a woman of her word. Before she left my place a couple of nights ago she had asked me whether she could come back with a friend. That answer was a definite yes, because for the couple of hours Sara had been there, she made...
PART IV: Sara sculpts Bob's lovely penis Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and Sara derived ever-growing joys from milking Bob's prostate. The implanted micro-devices gave Sara the ability to massage his prostate remotely, be it from a distance in the same room, to the other end of the bar at the shemales saloon they frequented often, and even ov...
Written by stormwitch and her Master, the Stormlord. It was December and the sky was fairly clear with just a few clouds floating high overhead. Sara was thankful for this as the air was still chilly up in the Tararua Mountains of New Zealand. She and a group of four friends from the university had decided to go camping over the weekend hoping that with nat...
I woke up to use the restroom, it was 5:30 AM and still dark outside. As I swung my legs out of bed I almost stepped on Sara Jane! She was asleep on the floor next to my bed, curled up like a little puppy. She had her hair up in a towel on top of her head from the shower, not a stitch of clothing on her wonderful young body. "Jesus Sara, what are you doing?...
Sara and I hadn't had sex in over three months. And the few times we did have sex this past year, it was uninspired and perfunctory. It wasn't always like this. Our sex life was wonderful when we first met – long marathon sessions and multiple orgasms. That was only 4 years ago. We got married a year ago, and as we both approach 50, we didn't seem to have...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, glanced around the warehouse. Half an hour had passed since she and Dayron had disabled the security system in the storeroom, preventing the threat of the warehouse being set aflame. Now it was almost time for the final part of her plan. Dayron had put her on guard duty on the eastern side. Then she'd told him to leave,...
Author's note: Dr Sara's reminiscences continue in this chapter. As in previous chapters, all participants are 18 years of age or older, and all events described are consensual. Chapter 7. Sara came out of the toilet stall and washed her hands. Her daughter Mary was waiting for her outside the Ladies toilet. "Bloody hell, mam," she said with a wicked grin...