Chapter Four - Deeper Devotion Author's Note: This is a story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment and vote. If not, choose another story more to your tastes. This Chapter is the fourth in this series. Please read the preceding chapters for context. To...
"So what thousand ways are there that you want me in?" She asked deviously. He smirked as he watched her sitting on her knees next to him, holding his member in her hands. Even though he knew she meant it well, being interested at what made him tick, he kind of cursed her timing. A plethora of fantasies crashed into the view of his mind's eye, yet all were...
You were seated on the hotel room couch, listening intently for any sound that might escape the bedroom. Your attention was at a deliriously heightened state, and the knot in your stomach roiled with nervous anticipation. A feminine giggle, a lustful kiss, and the telling rummaging of clothes and bed sheets. Each sent your mind reeling, and each caused your...
Part of my father's job is on-campus recruiting, so when it was time for him to spend a week at the university where I was enrolled for the following fall, we decided that I should go with him and familiarize myself with the campus. We left on a Friday morning to ensure I'd have a full week on campus. We've always been close, and have enough in common to ta...
I'm back. I know it has been awhile but that's because of everything that has happened since the last time I wrote. As you may have imagined, I became pregnant as a result of those events. Since it was assumed to be my husband Derrick's child, we never even discussed the idea of a paternity test. So who really knows who the child's father is. I don't care to...
It was Friday night and my wife had just left on a weekend business trip. I helped her pack all of her bags, she always packs too many suitcases, and waved goodbye from our front door as she drove away. I love when she takes these frequent trips because it provides me plenty of time to indulge my darkest passions and desires, desires that can only be fulfill...
It was 1972 and I had my first office job at a small factory outside of New Britain, Connecticut. The factory floor, where the pieceworkers were busy prying rubber gaskets and such out of the huge sheets delivered to their benches, was on the lower level along with the press workers and tool & die people. The second story had the offices, overlooking the o...
After I awoke from a deep slumber of a much needed nap, I laid there recounting memories from the night before with Todd. I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the fridge before sitting down on the sofa. As I sat down, a pain rippled through my ass, reminding me of the brutal fucking I had received from Todd. I sat there smoking a...
As I noted in Chapter 4, sometimes weekends and holidays result in unusual assignments, due to people being off for the special occasions. Thus it was on this Memorial Day weekend. Laura had nothing going on with Steve, who was out of town; she was going to be home, and had agreed to cover the weather related duties for the evening broadcast so the regular w...
Devon was the owner of a brothel that was known far and wide for entertaining just about any sexual fantasy a man could dream up. He was a shrewd businessman with a good reputation. He treated his customers right, he treated his working girls right. His creativity helped maximize both his profits and his customer's pleasure. He offered both the basic and th...