Author's disclaimer: Autor is witting this usually when he is riding to or from work. Because its a combination of a new lifestyle and hard work, he is kinda sleep deprived. Sometimes the sentences don't even make sense in his native language. He would be really glad, if someone would tell him his mistakes, as a reward, he will be more open to suggestions fo...
The strains of Mozart, badly-played on my neighbour's piano, drifted through the open window. I recognised the piece, one I used to play myself - a sonata of relative simplicity. When the telephone rang, the harsh notes cutting through the air, it startled me, even though I was expecting the call. It was him, just as I knew it would be. His instructions were...
Even the bright Berlin sun seemed to taunt Horace as he was led into the spacious and well tended garden at the rear of Frau Gerda Blucher's grandiose house, its tall impressive walls and mature trees keeping unwanted eyes from viewing the erotic debauchery which regularly took place there. There were many eyes within it that morning however, eyes which had...
[Since this is a continuous story, reading this segment will likely be more enjoyable if you have read the preceding chapters. There's some dealing with bodily functions so if that bothers you, stop here. Some comments have been left after previous chapters that seem to reflect surprise when intimate bodily functions are featured: please do not proceed furth...
I K's phone pinged. A text tone. HIS text tone, her Master. She was in the middle of a training session for her new job, trying her best to follow the talk of chemical compounds and new products designed to make the world a better place. They were gathered in a large meeting room of a Milwaukee Holiday Inn. They would be taking a break in 15 minutes. H...
Authors Note: A small section of this story contains some harsher elements of the Daddy-Dom and little girl relationship. Some readers may find it not to their liking so I am leaving this small warning. For regular readers of Calliope's story, I hope you enjoy. Thank you once again to Mrs Wolf for her proofreading skills ~ellie * In the days following the...
Note: Each of the characters here is 18 or above. ***** With Gabriella firmly in her crosshairs, Emma stomped her way downstairs. She didn't have any sort of plan, she didn't even know what she was going to do once her best friend was in her sight. She hoped her instincts wouldn't drive her to do something that would lead to her being on tomorrow's 8 a.m....
Sir planned a lovely evening was for His wench. She had spent a patient morning at His side, feeding Him His breakfast, morsel by morsel; sitting at His feet quietly so He could reach into her blouse and toy with her breasts casually while He read the paper; rubbing His back as He stretched, catlike, shirt off, on the soft rug and purred softly as she kneade...
© MiloXarts 2018 =================================== Dear Reader, thank you for following the story of Jenny! Thank you as well for all the comments I've got for this and all the previous parts! And last but not least, many thanks to WarEagle for editing and proofreading of this story! =================================== Chapter 1 "Mmmh," I moaned...
This one has been bubbling for a while, a twist on another pervy super-heroine story I wrote. It's cute, but not worth a harder edit, so here ya go. ______ "Miss Obscene is on the scene!" yelled one of the police officers, pointing to the sky. Detective Mark Patterson looked up, just as the masked super-heroine landed with a heavy thud across the street....