Note: Thanks to my muse; she knows who she is. She inspired all of, and even contributed part of, this story. I shouldn't have helped her at all. I can see that now. Her problems were none of my business, and I could easily have said "no." Now I was on the floor of her kitchen at her feet, whimpering, hoping that I wouldn't get beaten any more. Then, she...
Every day made her more dissatisfied with her dull housewife life. Every morning saw her wake up, not at all eager, not curious about the events this day might bring her, because she knew already. Ah yes, there were some variations. Not every day started with her husband mounting her to take advantage of his morning erection; sometimes she managed to get u...
"Thank you dad," said Mason and he ran upstairs to begin planning Ginny's dress with the Georgian for homecoming. Upon leaving the room Mason unknowingly dropped Ginny's essay from the inner pocket of his jacket. His father picked it up, unfolded it, and read it again, as if committing it to memory. You took me to that room, and I knew I was in trouble. I w...
Day Eleven – Exhibitions Kelli lay face up and naked on the forest floor, wrists and ankles firmly staked to the ground. Skin smeared and dirty from the soil, the detritus of the woods adhered to various parts of her bare body, held in place with a thin sheen of cold sweat. Though blindfolded, her head strained upwards as she sought to identify the source o...
Prologue Jack stared into the barrel of the gun, mesmerized by its inherent power. The dark steel seemed to absorb the light, and even hope itself, as if the weapon knew that its actions were truly irrevocable. Jack looked into its single black eye for an eternity, allowing himself to be seduced by it. Willing himself to overcome his fears. Fighting his fig...
My name is Constance and I am a slut. A good for nothing, cheating husband humping, loose morals slut. At least that is what some of the story feedback came to me after I wrote my first story, "Doin' The Boss", a while back. It took forever to chronicle my relationship with my former boss, but in the end I thought the story was a decent summary of a lot of...
Author's note: Hello readers. I hope you enjoy another story featuring Pam Beesly from The Office. This idea was suggested by an anonymous comment left on my most recent Office story. That comment ask for a lesbian ass worship story between Pam and Jan. That idea really jumped out at me for some reason and here is the result. I hope it does the subject matte...
My visitors arrived on time and before they started on their tasks I offered them a drink. Bill sat silently at the table while Stan seemed to hover about. I soon realised his purpose when he began to stroke my backside as I prepared their drinks. He told me how nice I looked and mentioned my cleavage letting his fingers trace along the edge of my blouse. My...
I knew the time had come to confront my beautiful girlfriend Emily. Here I was a grown man, working hard to please my girlfriend of over a year and she had still not fucked me. Worse I had had to watch her fuck an old boyfriend, and I suspected there may have even been others. I knew Emily was out of my league when I started dating her, but it was time to st...
You are lounging in your chair in front of the TV while I relax on the sofa reading a book, my feet resting on the ottoman. Every once in a while you glance over to see what I am doing. I am only wearing a collar (as instructed by my master) and a small apron. You smile indulgently at my forgetfulness. Earlier I was cooking dinner for us and I had forgotten...