As we drove towards town, the sun was shining blissfully. Despite the fact that it was only 10am, it was already hot and the day promised to be a scorcher. My wife, Helen, had persuaded me to give up my Saturday off and take her shopping. I moaned, but knew that when Helen had set her mind on something, there was little that was going to stop her doing what...
If Ronnie gets a new customer and ends up getting a blow-job or more from her, I don't find out about it until he gets home. He always tells me, which is the most important part, but I don't ask him to call me and ask permission or anything like that. I'm not quite as comfortable as he is at jumping into sexual situations on my own. Maybe it's because he's i...
This is a romantic crime thriller which contains some romantic sex, some non consensual sex, some male on male violence, and a lot of very interesting and interacting characters, with some twists and turns in the story. As with all my stories there is not always a nice tidy happy ending for everyone -- life is just not like that. * The area was deathly qu...
This is the edited version of chapter 2. I hope there aren't as many mistakes as there was in chapter one. An editor looked over the first part but didn't quite finish. But I went ahead and submitted it anyway. I hope you enjoy it. MissWolfy *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* As we drove up to the hotel I was totally at a loss for words; it was fit for kings and queens. To...
Fake tits and bleached blond hair flipped and flopped wildly on the stage. Tiffany was a new dancer, fresh off the street, yet here she was dancing in the Pimp Room. The Pimp Room was the place to dance in Gotham. Of course, all the dancers were working girls as well Oswald saw to that. Each and every girl was a tried and true slut, and every man a pervert...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ****************************** Standing in front of you naked, hands reaching back behind me and spreading myself, I feel the cool air of the room on my bu...
I am driving to meet my boyfriend to play tennis at a posh new country club in Hollywood. I am thinking how this past year has been so wonderful for me. Yamaguchi Enterprises, for which I had worked nearly all my life, was finally expanding to the United States. They selected me to be the Marketing Vice President of their new business located in Los Angeles....
Black women are rude. Black women are arrogant. Black women are too damn bossy. Black women are too feisty. Yeah, you and I hear that shit every day. I'm a Black guy who loves bossy Black women and for the longest time, I couldn't seem to find the Black dominatrix of my dreams. How weird is that shit, for real? My name is Michael Franciscan, and I'm a young...
To my despair, I did wake up. What I found didn't make me feel any better. I was lying on the floor in the back of a large truck that seemed to be traveling at a rapid pace, probably on an Interstate highway. The floor of the truck and the walls up to about three feet were thickly padded. It appeared that allowed unconscious people to be left untied in the b...
(This chapter picks up at the end of Chapter 1. It may be helpful for you to read Chapter 1 to know who the players are.) While a crowd formed, looking in through the window and the open door, Aaron, Renee, Tom, and Sally mixed and matched in almost every possible combination. Oral, intercourse, masturbation -- you name it, they did it. The moans from the...