After we finished shooting the short, three-episodic series with Holly. I was quickly moved on to another job, however, all I could think about was our afternoon in the mansion. Railing her up against that desk and then in the cupboard. I'd never done anything so outlandish. Holly had opened the door to a whole new room of sexual want. We never found time to...
Many thanks again to Volunteer Editor the_thinker97 This chapter follows on from Baby Oil Ch.01 Look it up under MaggieMayDo. ***** Maggie lay back on her sunlounger. It felt so good to feel the sun on her body. She revelled in the Brazilian heat and reached into her bag for some tanning oil. She thought how lucky she was to be staying at such a luxurio...
Just a few weeks after the auction with Jenna I began thinking that it was time to push myself some more. Try and fulfill another of my fantasies, challenge myself and see if I could follow through. I would need Ed for sure if I wanted to really and truly go beyond anything I have done so far. I called Ed and suggested he come by one evening for dinner. I th...
The day had finally arrived. She sat, in her car, outside her Master's house, wondering if she could go through with it. She was so scared that she wouldn’t be able to please Him, that she’d disappoint Him. She took a few calming breaths and thought back over all of the emails, conversations and phone calls. Through all of them, He'd pushed her, made her mor...
Lana dozed dreamily on her side in the early morning light. Through the veil of half sleep she felt Drews hardness probe between her legs. Unconsciously, her tight cunt had already begun to moisten at the attention being paid to her bald slit. Drews hands slipped over her side and began to gently tug on her nipples increasing the wetness between her legs an...
Beth strode between the lines of trucks, her heels clicking on the tarmac. She could feel the drivers' eyes following her as she walked along the line, smelling the hot engines and the burnt diesel. She was almost at the end of the line when she saw him, smiling wickedly as he watched her parade in front of the other drivers. He waved her over and she walked...
Dozing. That deliciously indescribable feeling that one gets when one groggily fights up from the depths of sleep, neurons struggling to fire awake the mind and command the body once more to move, muscle by muscle, out of the warm cocoon of the flannel sheets to fight on yet another day. That delicious moment when I momentarily shake the hanging cobwebs from...
If staring at a wall was an Olympic sport, Zoe would be a gold medalist. She lay in her new room, the former den of porcelain angels, and stared at the beige wall. It had been four hours since she slung her canvass duffle bag onto the foot of her new bed and proceeded to lay down, clutching Roger and fixating her eyes on nothing but the wall. The room was av...
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 are used only for the literary purpose...
AS IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER THERE ARE NO SEX SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER, IF THAT’S YOUR BAG, PLEASE TRY ELSEWHERE * Events ground on slowly over the month. The divorce was going through the system, the contract was up and running and Jim had found a flat and moved in. He still saw Jenny at weekends but never saw Janice at all. He asked Jenny how her mother was...