Lazy Afternoon Melissa walked back into the house, the screen door banging shut behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the house, she wandered over to Erik's study on the top level, to see if he was there. In the yellow pool of light from his desk lamp, she could see that he was sitting in his chair, talking quietly with a woman standing next to...
This is the fifteenth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter VI "…What's the Plan Stan?…" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of his newest g...
No safe word There is a world of difference between a slave and a submissive. Submissives are treated fairly (most times) and their master or mistress will consider their limits and occasionally push past them for one reason or another. But in truth it is the submissive that holds the power since they have a "safe word" that both parties have agreed to hol...
Many thanks to the readers who have generously shared their encouragement and feedback. Readers who aren't familiar with my previous stories might enjoy Nothing More Gratifying or The Week That Changed Everything as background about our Loving Female Led Marriage, but this story stands on its own. ***** I didn't intend to steal his prize money, but in the...
After Erica left me alone at the food court I sat quietly and nibbled daintily at my sandwich. I stared blankly at nothing in particular, but was jolted back to reality when Derek leaped out from somewhere inside the gate surrounding the food court's fountain and landed on the chair Erica had so recently occupied. "Riddle me this?" Derek asked. "What?" "R...
(Author's note: Several years ago, (back before the internet) I read a story in one of those text digest magazines about a woman who undergoes a sexual initiation into a group of lesbians. It really turned me on, and once I decided to start writing this kind of stuff, I wondered if I could write something along that same line, only from a bisexual male point...
I first saw the ad on the internet. The website was a listing of Dominant Women on the West Coast. Since I live in Los Angeles, I was checking out the pictures and information on local dominants. The one that caught my attention was unique. Madame Darcy was based in Paris. Her ad stated that she traveled to Los Angeles frequently and had family here. She re...
Harriet's working morning swept by as it had never done before, such was her enjoyment at the level of entertainments brought on by her freedom. Customers who were vaguely aware of the previously insignificant girl, now eyed the confident woman who strutted about her business; the male quota feeling their cocks rise in admiration of this unexpected visual bo...
The drive to my place was mostly quiet. Despite the many questions circling my thoughts I didn't want to push Cay to answer them all right away. She sat staring out the passenger window with her dark black hair lined over her eyes, hiding herself from my view. It left me anxious to connect with her again. She was a wall that I could not break through. Thirty...
Authoress's notes: This is the fourth part of the story of Jaina Solo's transformation into Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. To summarize the story so far. . . After Jedi Knight Jaina Solo kills her twin brother, Darth Cadeus, she leaves the Galactic Alliance for the Empire, with her sometimes lover Jag Fel. Jag has just been made High Moff of the Galactic Emp...