There is no way this case should have been assigned to only myself. After spending a good couple months on it, it has become very obvious that I needed at least 1 more resource. The only reason I had been able to keep up was through the help of this new paralegal Sharon. Despite being a great asset to the law team, she had some great assets herself. Sharon i...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuation from Nude Weekend - Friday Night and although it is part two of a four part set, it can be read in isolation. Enjoy and please leave a comment, good or bad. ***** Voices. In that detached state between sleep and awake, Sharon could hear the muffled tones of people talking. She had no idea what time it was and for a sl...
BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have o...
Some readers made it clear that my effort to tell a story from the woman's point of view in the first chapter of "Sharon" was less than successful. While I'm loath to continue in error, I did leave the story hanging. What follows is the conclusion of Sharon's story. This story mentions some real organizations, institutions, and places. They are used here fic...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
My cock feels soft, gentle caresses. Slowly, it is sucked into a mouth. I break our kiss. I look over the shoulder of my son’s girlfriend, and see a surprise. Quietly, my 28 year old admin assistant had come in the office, drawn by the loud love making, and knowing that I love to be sucked clean after making love, has stripped her clothes off. She wants to p...
Sharon checked herself out in the bedroom mirror. She liked what she saw. She had lost weight and it was starting to show. Her tight black dress was cut low over her breasts revealing her magnificent cleavage. She felt good for the first time for a long while. She felt sexy and was really looking forward to the night's fun and games. She held the occasional...
At this point, the four friends were grinning broadly, aided by the wine they had consumed. The boys' cocks were getting hard and the girls' panties were getting wet. Sharon suggested a short break while they cleaned up the dinner dishes. A short while later, the dinner table was clean and the cards were retrieved from the closet. Glasses were refilled and t...
I slept for the night on a small couch in my home office. I woke around 9:30 Saturday morning, but when I turned on the cameras, Sharon was nowhere to be seen in the house. After half an hour with no activity, I knew she was out, so took the opportunity to use the basement bathroom, brushed my teeth and had a quick shower. I surfed for a couple of hours af...
Sharon always found what she wanted. And what she wanted now was the sexiest dude imaginable, a horny bi stud who was drop-dead gorgeous, incredibly well-hung, had lots stamina, and whose massive cock was matched with a pair of balls loaded with tons of semen. She wanted this stud not only for herself, but for her boyfriend Jimmy. One thing they both loved a...