The Photo Album Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section. Dinner Photo 1 The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps. How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the d...
Author's note: DO NOT read A TRUE AND TRAGIC SOUTHERN ROMANCE until after you read part 2. Moonlight painted the humble bedroom a soft gray with hard shadows. The spring breeze brought the delicious sent of camellias and Confederate jasmine to the couple who lay on their marital bed. Ora Bradey roused enough to turn to her husband and rest her cheek on he...
I know Rae as being a quiet women. I like quiet. She has a voice that's soft, light, silken. Her words are kind, simple and smart. And then there's her body, it shouts suggestive, mischievous, naughtiness, improper. Rae works evenings at the Trident coffee and second hand book store in downtown Boulder. I don't see her elsewhere, just there. Tonight a frag...
By: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Two: Night to Day The problems with the Society for the New World Order, were getting out of hand and grandfather had come up with a plan. It was a plan the Organization took years to formulate and was finally prepared to implement. I was ordered to take care of one last det...
Another year gone by and it was time for Masters favorite event. Once a year they held the Annual Masters' Auction. It was a very closely guarded secret event and very exclusive. The wealthy Master's would bring their subs with them, only to parade them out of the car. Once at the valet desk, subs would be turned over to a staff of obedient servants and safe...
How many times did she think He would explain it to her? She kept "asking" or maybe she couldn't understand. He had finally reached the point He had been dreading. Damn! He hated doing this. This was only the second time He had felt this for a woman. And the second time the woman, His woman, had pushed and pushed until He had no choice. Maybe she just did...
I don't know what it is about a man in uniform. Even as a plain security guard, black pants, white long sleeved shirt with patches sewn into the sleeves, I managed to get more respect when I wore my uniform to a store or into a gas station, then I did in my normal blue jeans and sweatshirt. I think the gold badge that proclaims me as a Sergeant possibly help...
She gasped for air, sweat pouring from her beautifully tanned skin, as she left another set of sweat stains on the stark white, 900 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets custom ordered for her room. This man, possibly her favorite of the ones she'd been on this journey with, unwrapped her ankles from his waist and moved them over his shoulders as he leaned dow...
So what now? The world has changed. Nothing will ever be how it was. Traditions, holidays, birthdays, and just those good ole lazy days, will never again be the same. I grew up out at my great-grandmother's house. Until I was seven, it was the place I called home. In the movie, 'Where The Heart Is", one character says, "Home is where they catch you, when...
Our family seemed to grow every year. My parents had ten children: four boys, and six girls. Being the eldest of the six girls, I was always in charge of the baking. My sisters and I would roll pastries and prepare cakes for days before the holiday. My aunts would help Mama prepare large bowls of pasta, rolled balls of seasoned venison, and a great vessel of...