March 14th, 2018 I've had it, I could take no more. 21 months without an orgasm was far more than I could take. She really pushed me the past year, keeping me focused on March 14th. "The day you'll finally get that steak and a blowjob. It will be mind blowing, shooting all that pent up cum and desire into My Mouth and no matter how much, I'll swallow it al...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Everyone in this story is at least 19 years of age. ******* "I'll be around No matter how you treat me now. I'll be around From now on. Your latest love Can never last, and when it's passed, I'll be around From now on." - Frank Sinatra ******* In the months following, Derek visited regularly, to see Megan, always staying at my house. Even...
Harriet strutted through the High Street with a confidence she could never have envisaged just a few weeks ago, her tall heels and tight skirt turning male heads which she did not give a returning glance. She was the same woman whom males had barged past and tutted at her obstruction as they gave their attention to mobile phones and newspapers, but she now c...
Tom lay there on the soft mattress, under the warm duvet. It was a cold night, but yet he felt warm. He had a slight headache, from whatever drug it was that she'd used on him, to send him to sleep. But maybe 'unconscious' was more accurate than 'sleep', as he had been totally oblivious to what she'd done next. The duvet was pulled up around his neck, with...
I drive a sterilized knitting needle through my son's left nipple. Sowell grimaces, but he is sucking on one of my bloody tampons, and his buttocks hurt from the vicious caning I gave him earlier. I surprise Sowell—when he's coming out of the tub, wet, naked and vulnerable, I charge in with my whippy cane and leave red, bloody streaks all over his slim whit...
As usual, the previous chapters should be read before this to fully understand the story line and characters. All comments welcome as it helps to improve the writing. For a few months after Amy gave birth to Colin Pearce's child, we settled down to our lives again. The spark that our sex lives thrived on had to be content with only the memory of the filthy...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
This is one of my earlier stories, but I hope it's still enjoyable. It was written for the following prompt: "A masturbation addict notices that her clit is gradually being desensitized by her own excessive stimulation, making it more and more difficult for her to reach the orgasms she craves. She fears that if she can't break her addiction to cumming, she m...
Chapter 6 "My lord, I gladly surrender to your greatness!" Zoe informed me with pride as she knelt before me. "Same with me! I adore you!" Sabrina declared. "And with me, O Great One!" Mary assured me, "and to think that I once dared to chide you over ogling Sabrina! Forgive me for that and all other transgressions against you, my liege." "There weren't...
It is vital to the understanding of this story to read the first chapters. As always I encourage comments as it helps to improve the writing. In the ensuing months, Paul and I continued our extraordinary life and enjoyed the surreal (and what many people would consider abnormal) ménage a trios with our elderly milkman Ron. For myself, life could not have b...