Neeta contemplated on sitting up and then decided against it since it occurred to her that there might be hidden cameras around. She was not so sure about Ramesh. She knew he trusted her in general. But this was something where she did not know if he would not trust her. She sat on her hands and knees, ass raised up and legs spread wide. She faced the door...
21st June End of celibacy My last exam was Thursday morning. Maths. Went quite well, and then off to the pub with my mates. A few did not finish until Friday and a party was planned at one of the posh kid's houses. I was probably going to give it a miss. I was keen to get back to work and make some decent money. I was also randy as fuck. I had a couple of...
"That's right, baby girl. You are going to pay." His voice slithered low, breath hot against her ear. That voice she loved so much, the one that could drive her to levels of pleasure she'd never felt before, sent a shot of fear down her spine. And that shot made her instantly wet. Wet, but still afraid. "Did you think you could play, tease me, without puni...
Authors note: This is something I wrote a few years ago, and although I don't like it nearly as much as my recent material I thought maybe others, "YOU" would. Enjoy -SN ===== I've always known, even from a very young age, that I am perverted. I would always fantasize about women. Hurting them in various ways, raping, spanking, and tying them up in many d...
Faisal Waberi sat behind the computer, on an isolated corner of the Carleton University library, and smiled as he typed the words "black femdom," on the search engine. Immediately, all manner of hits popped up, displaying scantily clad women of African descent, some of them holding whips, others stroking phallic objects. Very nice, Faisal thought excitedly....
I called Alicia on Thursday night, as she had instructed. "Why don't you come over here tomorrow night?" she asked. I readily agreed, and promised to make dinner. Alicia had on a loose cotton lounging outfit when she opened the door of her condo. Her thick red hair spilled over her shoulders. She had on a slightly musky scent, and I could see that she wore...
M was dressed up, and her face made. Her chamber maid, Marie, a couple of years older than M herself, had done her best to make M look stunning yet ladylike. And for no reason less than that she would today meet her future husband, Sir G, for the first time. Her future husband was a man who could save M's father from a financial disaster. A rich man, willin...
Saturday, the day after I was caught by Mrs. Hunt. My parents went to play golf at the neighborhood country club. They had a nine-thirty tee time. Which worked well for me. I could keep my appointment with Mrs. Hunt. They didn't play fast and they usually let others play through. They, also, often ate lunch at the turn. So they would be gone about 5 hours. I...
NOTE: This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of t...
Her feet were dragging as she made it to the back porch of his house. She tried to go in quietly, but the screen door always creaked, stupid thing. The cigarette she was only half way through was considered a loss, as she wasn't about to wait outside to finish it. It was quickly and mindlessly stubbed out on her way to the door, leaving a thin line of smoke...