Day Three 7.30 am He's gone when I wake up which saddens me. I shower and eat, sending him a very raunchy text saying just how much I miss him. He texts me back, saying that I looked so cute while I was sleeping that he couldn't bear to wake me up, even to say goodbye. 8 am I've got half an hour before I have to leave for work so I decide to make mysel...
This is a continuing story, read from the beginning. Tasmanian Tigers are marsupials that look more like canines than felines, even though they are called tigers. They are also called the Tasmanian Wolf, but are not related to wolves in any way. The tiger part originates because of the stripes on their coats. Hope you enjoy the story. Yes, there is a lit...
Roger Still reeling from crossing the line with Roger, I was surprised how easy the plan came together and how eager Roger was when it came to it. I knew there would be more fun to be had with Roger but I also had to make sure he kept it to himself. I didn't want to risk losing my job over a little boasting by Roger to his friends. So on Tuesday morning I w...
The Meranka Quarry was an ugly grey slash in the landscape. It looked completely out of place set as it was amongst the green gently rolling hills of the Ausitanian countryside. It was surrounded by four high observation towers from which constant surveillance of the inmates was carried out by automatic movement sensitive cameras. The whole quarry was encirc...
In "Babysitting (For Two)," I might have given the impression I was completely inexperienced at the time. Close, but not quite. Let's rewind another three and a half months. New Year's Eve. It was Christmas Break of our freshman year of college, my friend Mindy was throwing a party, and it was all a bit awkward: there were a lot of couples who'd gone toget...
"I think the old fool has ingested too much rhino horn," spat the Sheikh, "but do as he says." I knew it foolish to object, any protest of the charade would be overruled. Vananella climbed out of the saddle. She stripped off her bottoms and pulled the top over her head. Men voiced their approval on both sides of the temple walls. She hung her clothes from...
"You're not enjoying being a submissive are you." She asked with some concern while pushing her scrambled eggs around one of my dinner plates. "No. What about you then?" I asked I had one hand free, trying to move my scrambled egg onto my fork. She got the jump on me in this morning's romp, so I am still tied up. Fairs fair I suppose after the night before...
I pushed the shop door open. A small bell jingled my arrival. I looked around the strange shop fearfully. Was I ready for this? Nobody was behind the counter, a reprieve. I was about to open the door again and let myself out when a Chinese man appeared from the back wearing a medical style white coat. I took a deep breath and told him what I was there for....
"I might have known, you two fucking as usual!" she spat. "And all this after I set you up, mother, you whore." "And as for you Peter, well, mother has told me about your 'arrangement' and what you get up to. So I am here to see for myself." Sophie shed her long black leather overcoat, unzipped her black leather boots and slipped out of her bright red kne...
Acknowledgement: The author wishes to express gratitude to sluts throughout the world for their inspirational example. To the selective, to the promiscuous, to the queer, to the cum-hungry- To sluts everywhere, this story of OFS (Our Favorite Slut) is respectfully dedicated. If I have overlooked any sizable group of sluts, I apologize. - The Author Par...