This one’s written by special request from a fan. I always like to accept a writing challenge. SP. What reason would a Mistress ever have to marry her slave? She asked herself this question many times before she married her favourite slave. The answer was simple: she loved him. She loved him in a way she had loved no other slave, and she decided she wanted...
"Oh God, this feels so good..." she moaned as he once again pushed inside her, filling her. God she wanted this, she thought, as he pulled out until just the bulbous, purple head of his penis remained inside her... She moaned from deep inside herself as he slowly pushed himself deep into her, filling her, stretching her with his warm hardness. Slowly, ste...
A crack of thunder woke her. In a flash of lightening she could see that the window had blown open. A puddle was forming on the floor as the rain poured in. A short internal discussion and she decided that getting out of her warm bed was worth not having to clean the mess up in the morning. Quick race across the room, slam the window shut and double check t...
"I've worked it out "Daphne looked down at Velma. " The clue was those fake bills we found. The old house is being used as the base for a counterfeiting operation." "What about those creepy noises, the disembodied head and that zombie?" asked Daphne doubtfully. Velma smiled. "The noises are just recordings played through h...
Chapter 1: Survival by Lust It's a long-recognized rule that you don't get sexually involved with the people with whom you work. I followed that rule religiously until a building fell on me. Literally. My life in all its aspects - personal, professional, and most of all sexual - has never been the same since. I didn't just break the rule. I mutilated it....
A/N: If there is interest I may continue this story. Feedback is more than welcome. ____________________________ "Do you want to kiss me?" "Yes, Mistress." "Ask me nicely." "Please may I kiss you, Mistress, please?" Her laugh was rich with cruelty, her lips mere millimeters from his, close enough so he could feel the hot puff of her breath against his...
She stood with her back to him. He couldn't take his eyes off her; she was his dream. Standing there wearing just what he wanted, the high heels, fishnet hold ups and that black soft leather corset showing off her beautiful curves. No panties, just the tops of the hold ups ending in the smooth curve of her thighs, the gentle roundness of her buttocks and the...
She climbed out of bed refreshed fully as only a long passionate night could give. She sat on the side of the tub and ran her hand under the running water waiting on it to get hot. When she was satisfied that the water was hot enough she slowly turned the knob and let the shower cascade over her. She gently ran her hands over her skin. Groping her breast mas...
Lauryn held Tumo's engorged dick in her delicate hand and pointed it directly at her puckered hole. Tumo grabbed the lube on her nightstand and put a huge glob on his purple head, he took a bit and put it on his middle finger then forced it into Lauryn's tight ass. She moaned and threw her head back against Tumo's chest. Nobody had ever had her ass but she w...
It was a discovery of enormous magnitude and considering the quakes that would reverberate through the literary community it caught the interest of many scholars. The investigation went on for weeks as biographers, anthropologists and sex therapists wandered through the mud deep into the woods to a tiny shack, to the tiny shack. Once there they studied the w...