Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age. ***** Dearest Emily, You must be quite frantic! You all must be, as would I if our positions were reversed. I wish I could reassure you somehow, that I am alive and well, at least for now, though what tomorrow will bring I know not. I know not...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * The siblings sat in the dark, high above the audience chamber. Wearing only loincloths, the sat quietly and watched the scene of depravity before them. He knew his sister was excited. He could tell by her erect nipples. The gold paint on them could not hide that fact. He was becomi...
A portrait of the bitch, the few things he is useful for and the many things he is not. Mary pushed the baby in his hands, laughing. "You take care of it tonight Peter. I'm going out tonight." He bounced little Sarah carefully in his arms. He looked at his girlfriend's laughing eyes above her twisted smile. "Why, where are you going?" he asked, trying to...
My phone buzzed and the text from Master Tony read, Dearest white slut, great job and terrific to see you in action. Now it is my turn so get your slutty white cunt down to the beach now. I looked up to see Master Tony and Jannette walking to the ocean. I immediately ordered hubby to stand, pull his pink suit bottoms up, and to follow me two steps behind an...
I was the only male nurse working on the ward at our local hospital. The lack of other male company never worried me as, although I was the butt of any anti-male jokes, I was more than compensated by being the one any of my colleagues (or patients) turned to when they were in the mood for flirting. This was certainly true of my colleague on night duty last...
Chapter 9 – 'Till statues part Michelle was already seated when Jenny and Sarah walked into the maths class. Sarah departed for her seat after wishing her friend good luck – softly. Then Jenny had to seat herself next to Michelle. They did not look at each other or greet each other. The teacher quickly and efficiently explained to them that they would be d...
After she had recovered from her intense orgasm, we lay together for some time. Occasionally I would look over at the clock and see that another twenty minutes had passed, until finally Mistress decided it was time to get up. She threw back the sheets as she got out of bed, exposing my hard cock, but she didn't look back and so didn't notice it. Or perhaps,...
All characters described are eighteen years or older. This story contains BDSM, including the idea of slavery. There is a point of lesbianism, and also the idea of incest. Please note now that I am warning all readers. All comments and votes are welcomed. ========== Sarah lost all concept of time as she laid there blindfolded, easing in and out of actual...
Samantha didn't know what to do with herself. Now that she had just gotten a handle on her new job, working as a maid for the new owners of the manor house on the hill (the old owners had never found out about her time in the manor many years earlier, thankfully. She blushed all over at the memory), the owners were off to the south of France for a vacation....
Dream Journal July 16, 2001 Continued in the afternoon. Sorry. I left you hanging again, didn’t I? I looked up at the clock and realized I was late for work! I really had to run for it. It’s just too easy to talk to you. Anyway, this time there was no break when I came. This time the dream went on for the rest of the night, so you’ll just have to bear wit...