I knew the phone call would be coming that afternoon, but I had no idea what would happen next. I just knew I had to obey. I went through my day mechanically, my lips moving and my fingers typing as I sat in meetings and sent messages to my colleagues. But my whole inner being was already completely wrapped up in being fully submissive, and my cunt was throb...
Disclaimer for the entire series: Everyone in this story - and in real life - are 18+ years of age. All locations, art and music in this story are real. Any celebrity actions or motives similar to their real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. Tags are set for each chapter, not the series as a whole. In the disclaimer for chapter 1, I wrote th...
Eleven-Seventeen. That was our number. To most people a number like this will mean absolutely nothing. But to all the people who have been or who will be involved in that memorable night, a number such as this one will send a shiver straight through your body. A delicious shiver that will have you stop whatever you're doing and remember fondly on that amazin...
"Pst... Morgan, you awake? C'mon it's time..." Delilah knocked gently on the door to her roommate's private bedroom. Morgan had drifted off to sleep not an hour earlier in another small puddle of sin. It was only after Delilah tried to open the door that Morgan began to hear her subtle reminder of her promise to help. She scooted out of bed and pushed up ag...
MEAT PACKER'S BDSM BALL & CELEBRITY SEX WITH FORBES AND LIZ TAYLOR {The teller of this tale, Gaspardo Del Tornet, talks of his life experiences. Gaspardo is a French citizen born in Aix-en-Provence of a father who was very strict, being a Sergeant in the French military and born of a French Moroccan mother, who was a baker, specializing in chocolate filled...
There is no sex in this story, please look elsewhere for that type of reading. As usual comments from the readers are requested and welcome. Thanks for reading my story, Enjoy. * Sometimes patience is a virtue and sometimes it will make you lose what you want most in the world. That's what happened to me. I was patient, played it slow, and waited for the r...
The thing wrapped around his ankle. Every foot kick was slowed down. With mild panic, he yanked his foot until it slipped off and disappeared into the vastness of the water around him. All he could see from the netherworld beneath his neck was a blue-green surface. Tiles of blue-green were separated by white lines of foam, some simply ripples running through...
It was Anjali's first trip to the Jaipur. She had always wanted to see the Pink city, so when her boss offered to send her there for a Women's conference, she jumped at the chance. The whole week had been wall-to-wall meetings and seminars which left very little time to see the sights. Anjali decided to blow off the last day and join a few other ladies from...
Something I have been thinking about... I was staring at the computer screen tonight, after you had to scoot. It's always such a letdown, after you leave. Trying to decide what I want to do, with you gone. Then I remembered that you'd sent me pictures. I couldn't go look at them then. I was finishing up a last assignment. With less then seven hours left to...
This is a story I wrote for my former Dom as a task, following a prompt he provided. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to let me know what you think. ***** I feel oddly groggy - what happened? And why I am standing up? The last thing I remember was Sir handing me a cup of coffee. My eyes flutter open to realize I am being held firmly to something, my...