Dear Shoeblossom Mistress Spurs is the most imaginative dominant I've ever known. I have been with various Masters, Mistresses, Dominas and Goddesses throughout Europe, Saudi Arabia and these United States, and except for one I met in Gstaad, there's never been one quite like Spurs. Spurs is only about five foot one, but she has ample breasts and fire-engi...
Marsha Durant took a step back and inspected her ponyboy. He had to look exactly right. There must be no blemishes, no imperfections to mar the impression they would make together. She turned her head to one side. She had chosen well when she acquired him the previous autumn. Eighteen years old, with fair hair, green eyes, lightly tanned flawless skin and co...
For those that commented so nicely on my previous Prequel about Chrissy Thank You. This is the story I wrote first. It is quite a long tale and will be slow to edit and tidy but be patient it will come. I hope you will enjoy the story; some chapters are better than others but I hope you will like them all to a degree. As with my other story's this is set...
Chapter 19: La Contessa's Arrival Later that morning Julia summons me and the other staff. La Contessa has arrived earlier than expected; she's been spotted in the distance riding along the sweeping avenue leading to the hunting lodge. Julia hurriedly assembles the domestic staff to greet her. It seems she has taken two horses, one for herself and another f...
My life has been boring for a while now. I haven't had a good date in over a year- not that I'd ever had a great one. I'm a submissive and I haven't been able to find a dominant woman. That would soon change. I decided a nice vacation was what I needed. I decided on Poland as a destination. I would go there for a year. The main reason I went to Europe is bec...
Betty leaned forward on the horse's back, feeling it's undulating muscles pulsing rhythmically beneath her. "YA!!" Betty exclaimed, as she dug her spurs into the dusky mare's flanks. Her eyes narrowed in the onslaught of the dusty wind. She reached back and patted the loot-filled saddlebags, a pleased smile creasing her lips. Her horse made a sharp turn a...
This is a slow burner that will take its time with worldbuilding and character development to set up all the graphic sex. But I do promise graphic sex, even here in the first part. ***** When night fell all the village was already gathered on the ritual field, among the bonfires and the effigies, and the air was heavy with the smoke from the herbs that the...
Brad couldn't have cared less he got the window seat in the beginning of the flight. Now, though arcing down from the southern sky and getting a view of the big river, he was suddenly curious. He hadn't seen her for nearly a year. Which speck on the earth below might she be? They had first met at Madison Square Garden last summer. She was a freelance traine...
He heard the door open and shivered in anticipation. Who was entering the large, wooden floored room? His Mistress, the woman he had married three years earlier as a naive eighteen year old, six years her junior. Perhaps her older sister, 'Big Sister', thirty years old and with a vicious temper, only matched by her imaginative depravity, or could it be 'Moth...
We met beside the creek that runs below Palmers' Cottage. They do say folks named Palmer actually did live in the cottage, back when, but it was before my day. The shabby old house had stood empty all my life. It was a hot day. I'd sat on the flat gray slab of rock where the Palmers had probably pounded their laundry clean. I'd tucked up my skirt and dangle...