He ran swiftly through the night. Branches whipped across him as he bore on. He didn't care where he was going, as long as he could continue to feel free. He smelled it before he could see, could rationalize what the scent could be. Cautiously, he slowed his run but lingered in the woods. He looked out into the wide expanse and scanned for the source of his...
Gina and Mr. Lay had spent the entire weekend fucking, now she was at home, her pussy was raw and sore. He hadn't touched her ass once, something which rather disappointed her in some ways. She sighed, this upcoming weekend Lauren would be home with him; she'd have to wait till the next weekend to visit him again. Well, all that really meant was that she nee...
I feel empowered; I feel control and even a bit god-like. I am the goddess of pain and retribution. This is my alter ego, The Poisoned Rose. I use the St. Andrews cross completely vertical with four legs; better access to all his personal parts. He is completely restrained face down and at my hands. He has been a very naughty little shit. I have to teach...
I arrived while you were at lunch. The girl at the front desk was the lunchtime relief. I flirted with her, told her I would wait for you in your office. With my wily ways and a few double entendres that were subtle enough that she wasn't sure whether I knew what I said or not, I got her to laugh, I got to see her nipples pucker in her silky blouse, and she...
There once was a young lady of twenty-one years whose hair was long, beautiful and golden brown and grew almost a meter a day. Her name was Ramona, a pretty country girl with a dainty manner, a sing-song voice and dark brown eyes. She lived with her father, a kindly but poor woodcutter, and her step-mother, a cranky and self-absorbed witch, in a cabin in th...
Note- I do not know much of the islands of Antigua and Barbuda, except the devastation after Hurricane Irma. It's just an excuse to hang a story on. Neither do I suppose to know of Kate Middleton's personal life and views. It's all fiction. xxx London, January 2020. Like most American females, Meghan Markle will have grown up dreaming of being a Princess...
My girlfriend and I are in our mid 30s and she is somewhat kinky. Well...she's not really my girlfriend, more of a "friend with benefits." And she's not so much kinky as she is adventurous. One night she tells me that we can't get together as she's hosting a "Pure Passion" party. Something she does on a semi-regular basis. Just her and a bunch of girlfriends...
For Brooke, you naughty, naughty girl! * It was a really hot afternoon and I was bored to tears. I had made the mistake of coming home for the weekend, thinking that my neighbour and best friend, Shanice, was going to be around. It was only when I arrived that I found out to my chagrin that she had eloped with some stud on Friday and hadn't been seen since...
(A few months later) Sitting in her chair and looking into her vanity mirror, the princess saw a young girl in a soft, long pink dress staring back at her with big blue eyes. The wedding was only a few weeks away. The sun was shining on this early morning, the birds were chirping wonderful songs, and the sound of the waterfall just outside the castle cascad...
This story is purely fictional entertainment. Please do not confuse it with reality as this should never happen. It is a departure from my normal stories. If you do not like bdsm or power control please do not read. Hardly any sex in the first chapter so be warned! * She could hear the sound coming up the stairs. Faint footsteps from the distance. At first...