I am in the mood to ravage you the moment I walk in, but you’re not there when I get there. I’m irritated. I look for a note…nothing. You are going to pay for this tonight. I watch a little tube, grab a bite to eat. As I get up to poor myself a coke, I hear your car pull up. I know you’ve been shopping, which I generally don’t mind, but you know that you ne...
My name is Joe Strides. I'm a stocky, dark-skinned young Black man living in the City of Champions, Massachusetts. I work at the Champion City Community Library. And I'm the laziest bastard you'll ever meet. A fine example of the stereotypically unmotivated African-American guy. Even though being born in the United States of America grants me advantages that...
This is Part Two of a response to Wanting You by insanewaffles. * It was not what she'd expected. Not at all. But surprises can be good, right? She fought the urge to just drop the whole thing, count up the cons vs. pros, chalk it up to weird impulse or whatever. In her mind she almost saw the itemized list against it: he was older, older than she thought...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. Thank you to Soma99 and Sue for...
Preface Readers: I write to titillate, arouse, and entertain. Much of the material contained in this story is explicitly descriptive of an alternative lifestyle. If your comfort zone is based on missionary sex every other Thursday around 8 pm, this story will likely not suit your reading tastes. Comments are welcome, especially those that deal with the way...
i wonder, Sir... What if we had the opportunity to meet somewhat regularly and each session went beautifully for both of us? What if i waited for you in a lovely hotel room one summer evening? What if i put on the little blue plaid mini-skirt and white blouse, white stockings, and little lace bra and panties you'd left for me, and put my hair up in a nice...
Nora stared at the reflection looking back at her. Her eyes fixated specifically on the black leather collar locked around her neck, which stood out against her pale white skin. Her fingers reached up and touched the padlock; it not only secured the collar in place but made her feel safe. She appeared to look calm and content, even happy as the sides of her...
Summary: Submissive Mom is trained to be a pussy pleasing pet licker. Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for doing the visuals for this story. Note 2: Thanks to Robert, tenzin_p and Wayne for editing this story. Recap: In Part One, A POWER SHIFT: 39-year-old mother, Michelle, decides to try on her daughter Allie's slutty cheerleading outfit. Once she has i...
"I wouldn't blame you if you left me but it would break my heart if you did." She's sitting at the dining room table. She just came home from being with her lover. She's been gone over night. There is a large stain on her blouse. I know it's his cum. "He fucked me twice and then he had a friend of his fuck me while he watched. I kept thinking about you the...
Chapitre 1 I am a control freak. I know this even though my Master says he sees no dominant qualities in me. He sees the person I want to be with him, the person that seeks solace in and from the psychological turmoil her parents wreaked on her over the years. Do what they say, obey, never make a mistake, always make the right choices -their choices- but co...