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...
"Where would you have me sir?" "I would have you before me. I want to admire you in the fading light, before the servants come by to light the first candles." "Do you like what you see, sir?" "Very much so" "I'm glad to be suited to your regard, sir." "Hush. Let us enjoy the peace of the evening together as the first candles are lit." "They seem slow t...
Greetings All, I would ask All that read stories to comment andd vote. You are the only way we know what is liked or not like. You are the link. So please vote and drop some lines of rope for a comment or punishment.....LOL... Thank You to my Editor....BDSMBill, You have encouraged me to move further than i thought i would be able to. thank You Sir. niyah...
All my stories are based on real people (not necessarily real actions though). I was having a little writers block when I wrote this, so the female the story was based on helped me with some of the middle. I never did write part 2, but I do have some ideas and it may be continued. ************************* Still a bit apprehensive, you climb into the van...
This is the sequel to "Nadine and Tom, at last" Reminder: In their youth, Nadine and Tom met in London but never came round to live their passion together. Twenty years later, thanks to social networks, they meet again, sharing their fantasies about each other online. Then Tom manages to meet up with her at her place, on the occasion of a work obligation i...
I was staying with a friend who lives in a small village just outside Skegness in Lincolnshire; I'd visited him before but this was the first time I'd gone alone, and as I was alone I was staying with his family in their spare downstairs bedroom. On the first night, we went out in Skegness and got drunk. We pulled a couple of local females but aside from a l...
Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed the deal on my purple futon. Sold to me by a fellow with an uncanny resemblance to the fucker who successfully coveted my wife Monica, both men shared the same olive complexion, busy moustaches and wavy black hair. Unfortunately, lots of hard looking and edgy men, men of a c...
Chapter 3 -- Breaking the Law. Madeline admired herself in the full length mirror, the man who was coming, with an unmissable business deal, would be in for a shock. According to her solicitor he was handsome, about to become very rich and even more importantly famous, just how she liked them. My god I hope he's not gay, I can't deal with gay men, they list...
I have no idea what you look like. You read a story of mine and liked it. You found my e-mail address (somehow) and let me know that you became quite aroused after finishing. I couldn't believe what I was reading, even though my aim in publishing the fantasy was to see if it would evoke the same sort of thoughts as it did me. I wrote back thanking you for y...
Even though it was early evening, she made a pot of fresh coffee, made with that chicory blend special ordered from New Orleans. It had been a beautiful day, but now that the sun had disappeared over the horizon, a cool breeze filled the air. She poured the thick black liquid, half-filling her cup, adding scalded milk to simulate café au lait – not as good a...