All characters and events are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real events or people is entirely coincidental. ***** I don't know if I should be writing this down, but it seems to be the only way I can share the load of what I'm feeling right now. You see, sometimes my wife has deliberately flirted and done things to make me feel jealous and when I'v...
The next three weeks were spent with Paula lovingly teasing my cock. Her finger never penetrated my ass during this time. Neither did her cock shaped vibrator. When she first started fucking my ass and making me suck my cum off the vibrator I hated it. I felt so humiliated. Then the power and control she had over me was overwhelming, intoxicating. She had t...
WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!! (c) copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. * * * * * After my first wife and I divorced, I had a need to find another place to live. I stayed with a friend for awhile, but didn't feel comfortabl...
You saunter through the room and hand me my 3rd beer. I have a nice buzz on as I stare up into your eyes, ‘Thanks babe,’ I say as I take it and set it next to me. You are wearing a dangerously short black skirt, and a tight red spaghetti strap top. Your nipples are hard and poking out for all to see. You don’t care, you like showing them off. ‘No problem, s...
Chapter One It started out as a very stressful weekend. My step-monster had stolen the money from the sale of my salon. Master had arranged to meet with her to discuss the problem. She had threatened to call the gossip magazines and out Master for being in the BDSM lifestyle. Master offered her $1,000,000 for her to go away and never have contact me again...
*This is the final chapter of the story. If you haven't read the others, I recommend doing so as this is only here to complete the tale for those who are interested in the fate of the characters. There is no sex in this chapter but rather a consideration of the whole point in its composition and a response perhaps to previous comments. I hope you enjoy and,...
I was mowing my yard the following week and saw the UPS truck pull up at the Johnson’s house. Mrs. Johnson came out to sign for the packages then went back inside. I was just putting the lawnmower up when she came across the street, walked up to me with an excited look on her face, “Come see, Come and see what we got!” You would have thought they had won...
I thought I would interject a short chapter about one of my favorite activities with my subbie, a trip to the hardware store. “What in the hell is so exciting about that?!” you say. Where do you think all that neat bondage equipment comes from, the S&M Fairy? As I stated in the first chapter, our group is not like those in the books, such as “The Story of O...
Jon Chess knocked at the chamber door of Phredaria's spare room where his client Dye was staying, for her own protection. He heard a muffled squeak of surprise from within, and the rustle of clothing. Dye opened the door, a towel wrapped around her. The towel barely covered her pert breasts, falling to the top of her thighs, the white cloth implying and inno...
This is a longer, more emotional, less reality-based version of "The Coffee Table." ***** She was instantly embarrassed when she clicked the like button. He was actually looking for someone much younger, according to the bits of the profile she hadn't read until after clicking the like button. The first part of his profile said, "you must love music" and t...