I checked my watch again -- nearly 10:15, you are late. I had been worried you wouldn't show and now it looked like I had been right to doubt it. I decided to give you another 5 minutes before heading home. I was feeling gutted. I switched on the engine to warm up the car one last time, ready to go. It was a mild night for February, but there was a definite...
Jack had secured an excellent promotion, the software company that he worked for had secured the contract to upgrade a relatively large wholesale drinks company who were totally upgrading their existing software. It would take a minimum of eight months to complete the upgrade. Jack was aware of the company; he had patched their software several times in the...
I don't know which I hated more, the dress or the Master. Master Donald. Master Asshole, though I'd never say that unless I wanted to sleep in my cage for a week. Which I don't – it gets cramped in there. The dress was designed to leave nothing to the imagination. Crass. Clingy on my legs and ass, except where the slit went, up the back until it almost rea...
"Wanna get high?" Olivia asks out of the blue, pulling a baggie of unmistakable white powder from her bra. Megan wants to get high. She really, really wants to get high, and the only thing stopping her is that it's coke and not weed. But she's the biggest cunt in Hollywood (again!) because she didn't let Seth Rogen kiss her, and everyone hated Transformers...
A slight, smug smile can be seen as Brittany worked her evil magic with this wicked device. She knows what a spectacle I can make of myself if I did not maintain control. I just want to rip my clothes off and fuck something, anything. The throbbing in my clit is so intense that it is now painful. I fight for my breath. My hips gyrate in slow, uncontrollable...
I’m a nice guy. Always have been always will be. It’s who I am. I really am a nice guy. When I’m around women I’m respectful. I listen, I compliment, I consider their feelings. For me “no” has always meant “no.” If I told you that I didn’t get much action you wouldn’t be surprised. Not that I’m complaining OK I’m complaining a little…but I understand that it...
It was days later when the Viscount returned. The very air of the estate changes with his presence. There is tension everywhere, and every person becomes quiet and cautious, attempting to do everything exactly right. It isn't at all horrible, though, in fact the Viscount's presence also touches the air with excitement; everyone's awareness heightened with th...
Sarah the trailer park girl was good to her word; she blew me all the way home. Well, she blew me to the third red light when I let go with all of the pent up desires created from watching two beauties go at each other for hours. After that I figured she just sort of played with my soft little tool to keep from getting bored. I haven't seen her in two weeks...
This story is about an older white woman and a younger black man. It includes different sexual activities and submission. If that's not your thing, you should probably go elsewhere. A few days after the role play, Anthony asked Marsha to go to dinner and drinks. Although he could never convince her to dress like a slut when they went out in public, she coul...
ONE Randi Boehmon drove her silver Mercedes SL convertible up the curved driveway that led to Marcus' home. She was impressed with its architecture, a modern two story structure with cut stone and glass prominently featured. Getting out of the car, she had to adjust her tight, pencil skirt with a side slit, pulling it down over her slender legs and tight a...