Dark Eyes part 1 Pat Annon © 2020 Dark inescapable eyes, I fought the need to look away. I failed. I could not endure her eyes close upon me. I knelt and found the cold comfort of the floor. Head down, her presence enveloped me. "Why are you here in my way?" "To serve you, Mistress, in any way that pleases you." I kept my head to the floor. I daren't loo...
Ch. 02: Charley's Chalet "Hello. This is DreamWeavers. 'Tell us your dream; we'll make someone cream!' Stephanie at your service." "Yeah, hi. I want to get gangbanged! How much will that cost?" "You're over 18, right? You've got to be over 18!" "Yeah, yeah. Fucking 37! Divorced. I don't want romance. Just want to get fucked--not fucked over!" "Well, I n...
I take you into my bathroom and undress you to give you a hot bath; a really hot bath; almost too hot. Just as hot as you can tolerate. A hot bath relaxes your muscles, stimulates your skin and opens your pores. I use a lamb's wool sponge and organic, peppermint soap. The organic oil in the soap is a good moisturizer. The lamb's wool makes the soap get real...
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** Mark was very happy driving along in his blue 99' Buick Regal. He was so happy that he was attempting to sing along with Eminem, and not just the chorus either. He was doing a wonderful job of butchering the song, but he didn'...
"One of my chores in my house is vacuuming. My wife does the dusting, and other such things, and I follow her around with the vacuum. Sometimes, I'll instead do the vacuuming the next day, especially if I'm planning to work at home and we're cleaning late. Some years ago, I read a story---maybe it was in My Secret Garden---about a woman who did her househo...
My wife and I have a maid that comes to the house to clean and do laundry. Last week she watched me masturbate while sun bathing on our deck and left a pair of panties. The following week I was eager to see where this was leading. When she arrived, I was already busy with work, sitting in the living room in my shorts ticking away on my laptop. The maid cam...
We had been chatting online for weeks. Then some IMing. A relationship of erotic words and ideas. Our online flirting has kept me wet and wanting every time I see his fake name in my inbox. Admittedly we had met one time before. A wild excursion in his backseat where desire overtook any type of sanity. For one glorious hour we kissed, licked, sucked and stro...
"Honey, don't forget to take the trash out," cried Beverly's mother from inside the house. Beverly groaned as she made her way to the side of the garage. She grasped the tiny handle of the garbage can in her slender fingers and whisked it over her shoulder. She hated the weekends. Instead of going out, she had to be stuck home helping around the house. Bever...
Continuation of story series Caught by Mrs. Hunt. You might enjoy reading them in order more. This is fiction, any correlation to any real person is purely happenstance. ********************* Monday ten am, I was knocking on Mrs. Hunt's front door. Just as she had told me to do two days before. The door opens and there stands her daughter Maggie, twenty fi...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (17.5 min/mp3) * * * * * She'd been coming into the bookstore I managed for a long time, always heading directly to the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section. She looked like a typical fantasy-freak—someone who spoke fluent Elvish and could quote chapter and verse from every Star Trek/Star Wars script and Harry Potter book ever written. S...