Author's Note: the third story from "The Island" series where we find out a little about Jenny. *** III. Jenny's story Episode I. A slave must suffer Hi! My name is Jenny. I'm 20, and I should be the happiest slavegirl in the world! At first, I should introduce my Master. My Master's name is... just Master, he is imaginable. He lives only in the mind of...
Lisa replies a few days later suggesting a couple of mail box stores in her area, and she includes her various measurements. Her bio is short -- she's a nerd, she's introverted, and it's hard for her to make friends. Her path was high school to college to a good job, and there wasn't a lot of dating for her in any of the three. She thinks she's too plain l...
Single Engine Aerial Tanker. All of the participants in this story were aged 48 or over when the events depicted in this story took place. 1397 words, a 'Mile High Story' reject. *** Jamie broke through the radio traffic and called out my target and the Initial Point using my tail number, "Two." She was the "Air Boss," sitting behind Lillian in the rear s...
The girls have me in a leash and force me onto my hands and legs. One of the girls takes the leash and starts walking me across the room. A petite girl sits on top of me, facing my ass, and rides me like a horse. She starts grabbing and rubbing my ass a bit. At first, I'm able to keep my focus, but then I feel her slide a small plug into my ass. I lightly ga...
Michelle and Dr. Wellhung had been writing emails back and forth and chatting on instant messenger for nearly a month before she finally decided to follow through with her desire to undergo an examination. She was nervous, she was apprehensive, and she was also driven by a desire that was relentless. That was her dilemma. She was an intelligent and responsib...
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My wife's name is Anna. She's a research engineer, genetics. I'm an artist. A commercial artist, not one of those alcoholic, sex on a giant canvas types. Though that does sound kind of fun. Anna and I have kids, a house that's aging, and incredibly demanding deadlines both in day jobs and family business. After our last baby was born - God, I hope it's the...
The building had a red brick facade with three large blacked out windows that were protected by thick rusty bars. The door was painted bright red with black oversized hardware. It was early morning, 5AM, a damp fog hung low muting any sound coming from the docks nearby. To my left, three seagulls sat on a gun barrel piling fluffing their wings to ward off th...
This is fiction so literary license allows for the omission of condoms, but our reality doesn't. Enjoy Description: When a rich wife discovers that her husband married her for her money and to add insult he turned out to be gay. ROLL CAMERA My rich wife had me over a barrel after finding out about my affair with my handsome boy toy assistant. She took a...
Next night, John, Jane and Edna begun their night shift at the sex toy shop. They undressed, showered, and, while they were going to put on their vibrators, Jane told Edna, "You must have sandwiches in your purse – I smell them. Would you like to eat something healthier?" "Your milk? Just a sip, I'm not going to rob John of his food." "Don't worry, you bo...