Kash was sitting in his office. It was late afternoon and he was one of the rare people still working in the building. Someone knocked on his door. "Yes," he said. "Hi," Harleen stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. "Hi," answered Kash. He was glad that she came. He liked her. He quickly inconspicuously checked her. He liked what he saw....
Nervous, I text the sudden change in plans. "I will be in the shower. The dog will let you in. Sit in the kitchen and I will tell you when I am ready." Already the lines of domination and submission blur. I hear him come in as I towel myself. My heart races. Carefully, I pull on the thigh-high black stockings with lace tops. I struggle to attach the garter...
I walk into the room without knocking, but he doesn't look surprised. That's part of our routine; his lack of response, that sweet passivity I've come to crave. And my need, balanced precariously against his tacit acceptance of it. I stop and just stare at him. He's a work of art, this boy - sitting statue-still on the side of the bed, legs primly together,...
Seth had been working hard. He and Molly were planning to have a night to their selves, a night where just the two of them could relax, unwind and do what they wished. Seth had seen a film poster and it got him thinking about something he and Molly could do. The more he thought about it the hornier and hornier he felt. Valentines Day was around the corner a...
AUTHORS NOTE: (Again like the beginning of chapter 1 this whole chapter is mostly set up. I know most male readers probably find this boring but I hope the female readers find it refreshing to have some plot to their stories!!! If you can live without set up you should read the end of this chapter & then skip to Chapter 3!!!) It had been 2 weeks since the...
I was reading a story about cross dressing and was commenting on it when the comment started being longer than the story... so...I decided to post it as a story. ***** I was a freshman at OSU fifty years ago. Freshmen were required to live in dorms back then and my building was four to a suite. My roomies and I started a game: how many panties or bras cou...
Amy Lynn Steele's white canvas shoes barely made a sound as she stepped cautiously on the metal stairs that lead up the back wing of the Boston Commons Hotel. While the hotel itself was quite posh, the rear staircase was completely utilitarian, with hard metal treads, white cinder block walls and pipes and wires going in every possible direction. It certainl...
As dusk turned the dining area walls blue, Jason went about lighting candles and incense in preparation for the evening with his ladies. Upstairs he could hear footsteps and giggles. Anticipation and pleasure eased over him in the same way the Essence of Vanilla eased over the room. After lighting the last candle, he went over to the kitchen. He took out the...
For more than a week after Mr Taylor had taken my anal virginity in a hotel room, I did not see or hear from him at all. I had replayed the sordid encounter in my head countless times, and often felt my pussy clench involuntarily when I pictured the scene as it had unfolded. Even after the tenderness in my arse had faded I couldn't stop thinking about the mi...
He was sitting on his couch, reading his newspaper, when he called out “Paige, can you come here for a moment?” Paige was his maid, and therefore she immediately came to him on the couch. “Yes Trent?” she asked, waiting for his order. “I was wondering if you could get me another glass of orange juice,” he said, handing her his empty glass. She dropped th...