This story is purely fictional. This is also my very first real attempt at writing a story involving a female dominant and a male submissive. I heard the keys jangling as they slid into the lock, I knew that my Mistress had returned home from a long hard day of work and before the lock even clicked I had assumed the position, on my knees, hands at my sides...
Thank you, Erik Thread for your editing skills and suggestions, particularly with the ending of this story. This is part three of a three part story. The story is finished. Chapters are posted on the site about every day, which means the entire story will have been posted before the first part appears on the list of new stories. People seldom step outside o...
These are not "Stand alone" Chapters. I suggest reading from the beginning. Part five of five: The girls are married, Pain and solutions This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up. Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow * Some of the girls became regulars and we...
Max rolled over, finally acknowledging the time. A little past ten. He rubbed his face and tried to bring himself to roll out of bed. The camera guy he had shared the room with interrupted his internal pep talk by getting up and walking to the bathroom. A good excuse for him to stay in bed just a little bit longer. Even more of a relief was when he heard the...
Give me a few paragraphs to set the stage, and then I will take you to a place you've only imagined. ************** I was thinking about our preconceptions about reciprocity as it applies to sex; about that feeling of obligation that most of us seem to have that says that each partner must reach orgasm, preferably simultaneously, for a sexual encounter to...
Lauren Masters came awake suddenly. She gripped something warm, soft and firm in her left hand. She felt the roll and lurch of a plane as it shifted direction. For a moment, her mind was clouded and confused. Where was she? Then it came crashing back to her like the first wave of a tsunami. She was on a plane with her crazy ex-husband, her daughters and...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (31 min/mp3) * * * * * Scotland: September, 1560 There were several reasons why Margarete would always remember the September day she spent in the woods with Colin. It was far from the first or the last time she would spend a day riding out with her husband, and taking their mutual pleasure in...
It was just a few weeks into the Rugby season when I went with Carl to a game at his old club. We were stood with the coach and reserves during the game and some of the things I said were not very complimentary. They were not playing well and by half time were down by twelve points. As they walked off the pitch I even offered to play for them in the second h...
I had continued to correspond with several of the men who replied to my original Craigslist posting, for a variety of reasons. Many of them wanted to hear how things had gone, some tried to convince me that their load would be larger than anyone else's, others wanted to know if I wanted to "try it again" with them, and so forth. Though I hadn't given it much...
She saw with relief that most of the others left their gowns buttoned. As with the kisses, Rick seemed to know exactly what each girl's limits were, and did not press them. By the time he rejoined the Dora on the platform, nearly all of them were breathless from new-sparked passion and anticipation. Not even a master wizard addressing apprentices could comma...