The warm, temperate evening closed in and daylight faded as the slave wandered aimlessly around the fairground. He had been here for an hour, as per Her previous instructions. A hoard of normal, everyday people; young and old; women, men and children jostled around him, happily, making their way to various rides and stalls to seek their own enjoyment and thr...
The day started like any other. Kevin and his lovely wife, Natalie, were pressed against each other, up against the wall, locked in a kiss. They had a beautiful new home, were enjoying the fourth year of their very happy marriage together, and always enjoyed their mornings together. Just as they finished kissing and going about their day, Kevin got the to...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Chapter 0 – World's History Year 11573 — Newne, Lunara (The Moon Empire), On the bed of the dimly lit room, lay a woman on a side with her eyes closed in sleep. Beside her, on her extended arm, lay a cute, little girl about five years old. Her dreamy, blue eyes wide and open, looking at the ceiling, seemingly bored. Moments later, she rolled to a side, fac...
"Where we going to sit then?" "Same as usual if we can." The cinema wasn't packed but it was full enough. We walked up the stairs and sat towards the back, near the centre. Her eyes couldn't stand being too close to the screen, and we didn't like looking up at it, as you have to if you sit at the front. She wore her usual short, pleated skirt. It was blac...
When everything is wrong, just follow your own instincts. Those are the words I live by. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Halima Osman. I was born in the town of Minneapolis, Minnesota, to Saudi immigrant parents. I'm five-foot-nine, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, with an hourglass figure. I have light bronze skin, light brown...
Chapter 7 – Submission Helena Sharp was 28 years old, a senior manager at one of London's top PR & Media Relations firms. It could be considered that she was a very powerful woman. Plenty of high profile contacts, plenty of drive & ambition that helped in her meteoric rise to the top of her profession. Her ability to be quick thinking, her powers of persuas...
Thad Jarvis grimaced as Sheila Hauser pushed her strap-on dildo deep into his ass. The short and slim, blonde-haired and green-eyed dominatrix glared at her obedient Black male submissive, and smacked him hard across the face. Thad's eyes widened, and he plaintively asked his mistress what he had done wrong. Sheila grinned mischievously and told him that he...
I saw the popup come up in the lower right hand corner of my monitor at work, indicating that I had email. I clicked on the icon and saw that it was from Lynda, my sexy 340 pound best buddy over the past year and a half. I opened it and read: Hey Stud: (I love it when she calls me that) I've had a Hell of a bad day with my boss and idiotic customers and c...
It was the first night in quite some time that Sandy had been out with with her old friends, or even out for that matter. But tonight it was her friends' annual get-together at Hogan's and she couldn't miss it for anything. They had been planning this for a looooong time. Her "buddy" was finally available to service her neglected sexual needs this evening, b...