Dear Shoeblossom Truffles loves giving me a scented bubble bath on the night of my ninety day release-after three months in the cruel tube, my dick is finally out for business, and it's a thrill having her pretty hands rubbing and washing it, as well as all over... She knows how to make me quite excited, washing under my arms, etc. When the bath is over,...
Finally here, the journey to the hotel was complete. To say it had been long was an understatement. Marie and Kevin stumbled out of the cab, a warm, spring shower welcoming them as their suitcases were taken into the hotel reception. Taking a brief look at the sun lazily rising over the skyline, a gentle warmth caressed their faces as they watched a rainbow...
Mia Hogh—say it as 'Me-a-ho'—said, "I'm yours. You own me." Worried, I replied, "Mia, I know you're in guilt mode. That's OK. But I just can't 'own' another human being. I don't want a slave, even pretend one just for sex." She said, "I still love sex. If I can't be your whore, then I'll be your slut. I love to be penetrated by a hard cock ... yours. Love...
Megan, the owner of Padded Bliss, had just asked Angela to change her diaper. It seemed to be the final part of the job interview, and while it shouldn't have freaked her out this much, it did. It made total sense though. She knew Angela liked diapers, but to get this job, she had to prove she knew how to change them. She took a deep breath and imagined tha...
Aiyana checked herself out in her pocket mirror. Her chocolate hair was straight, her lush lips still held the sheen of her lipstick, she could see the prominent features of her heart shaped face, strong nose, and pronounced cheekbones. Many said she looked Asian, but quite to the contrary, she had a Native American heritage. Something she wasn't overly thri...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and situations are used fictitiously. Any similarities to persons living or dead (unless explicitly noted), events, or locales are merely coincidental. Waking up this morning in her bed at her apartment on St. Anne Street in the Quarter, Elle stood at the doorway of her guest room and stared at the curled...
She could feel the cum still seeping from her cunt, soiling her thong. She tried to keep it inside but her control wasn't quite good enough, practice makes perfect, she thought, but obviously not practiced enough. It began to wet the inside of her thighs as she walked, her previous climax still causing her to totter slightly on her high heels allowing some o...
Chpater 4: Work at the club I sat in nervous anticipation, as two men in my office constantly watched my every move. One, Carl, had fucked me in every way imaginable, last night and was still unsure why I allowed him to, after years of rejection. The other, my boss Paul, was going to fuck me today after work. Both of them owed it all to Lonny, my master. I...
Ms. Green was allowing her asshole to throb pleasantly open and shut around his eager tongue as it worked in and out. She smiled as she thought of the dirty things that she would make the young man do for her entertainment. His tonguing and burrowing of her asshole was just a temporary diversion until she heard from Ms. Fortune. She was going to let the perv...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * Beep... Beep... Beep... The gentle but insistent sound of the alarm nudged Jen from sleep to wakefulness. She tried to roll over but the bed was too crowded, and, as the last shreds of sleep fell from her, she remembered where she was and why Sally was with her sh...