Note to reader: Saffiya Daoud is 28-year old French-Moroccan psychologist and sexologist. A graduate of Sorbonne, she is third-generation descendent Moroccan immigrants. A slender, olive-skinned raven beauty, she is a head turner. A sexually liberal woman, who has a difficult relationship with her family, due to her left-wing views and choice in lifestyle. N...
1. It was all my fault, I knew, but that didn't make it easier to accept. If I hadn't been talking on the phone I wouldn't have scraped my car on the way back in the drive again. I got out of the car to look at the not very long scrape along the black paint of the passenger side. What made it worse was that Paul, my husband was looking out of the window and...
The following is a true story, well, as true as memory allows...My Girlfriend Tes and I enjoy visiting a motel that has been converted for enjoyment of swingers, it's a small, 25 ish rooms, motel with all the rooms made over with mirrors, faux fireplaces, provisions for swings and most rooms have either a Jacuzzi or a 'love machine' chair. There is a large r...
This story picks up right where the previous chapter leaves off. You would be best to read the first chapter to understand this one fully. i do hope Y/you like my little fantasy! It is my Master's fondest wish that it come true. * * * * * * Paul reluctantly agreed that it was. Then He grabbed Andrea and twisted Her arms behind Her back. He held both wrist...
I woke up early Sunday morning feeling content and well rested. Sleeping in one place through the whole night was definitely having a good effect on me. I was feeling really good about how my life was changing, when just a few weeks ago I could not even imagine how to get out of the mess I was in. I found a job without looking, just walking down the street....
"I have a surprise for you tonight, angel," he said, patting her firm little bottom as she walked past him. "So dress pretty for me." Her eyes widened with his words, "Okay…" she replied tentatively. Sometimes his surprises were almost more than she could bear. As a Master, he was excellent at pushing her limits. He never pushed her farther than she could h...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insaneNo one asks you to explainRadio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special ladyLiving in a world of make-believeWell, maybe...Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974 This series of stories is inspired fro...
Outside where the sun illuminated the sheen of sweat that glossed over my naked drawn over body, we nearly bumped into a couple who was coming into the restaurant. They let out a huge gasp at the sight of my penis which was finally beginning soften. "You two missed out on a wonderful show." Ingrid offered the couple. "I told you we should have come earlier...
A little after 6, the phone on my desk rings. It's you. "Good. You're still here. I need you to install that remote control software. Can you?" "Yeah I'll be right there." "OK. And take 'em off before you come back." I grin and feel myself getting wet again. "Oh they've been off since lunchtime." "Damn, woman." I head back to your office with th...
All characters are 18 or over ***** I used to work at a restaurant, well sort of a restaurant more bar, more coffee house, really a sandwich shop. I worked Sunday afternoon and a couple of late shifts 9 till 2 am. The Sunday shift was brutally slow. I would usually get my shift chores done and just sit by the window and watch the world go by. Hoping that s...