Prologue Part 1 of this story introduced Scott Walker and Ava Booker who met at lunch in a mall restaurant when Scott took the last seat at the bar next to Ava. He was a manager at a large pharmaceutical company in town and Ava was an assistant to a vice president at a large advertising agency. They both had come to the mall to do some Saturday shopping and...
"Good morning! Let me know if you need any help, okay?" "I will, thank you very much!" she replied with a smile. He'd owned the store for three years and never seen her before. New customers weren't uncommon so that wasn't really unusual. What was, was the way she was dressed for someone her age. He guessed her to be between 18 and 21 and typically that i...
My name is Lydia and I am both a mistress and a slave. My husband Petrus is both my master and my slave. One day I will get him to tell his story but, for now, this is mine. Let it suffice to say that I am in charge of some aspects of his daily and nightly life; and he is in charge of some of mine. I have become his sex slave very willingly on condition tha...
I must admit I have read these stories with interest and occasionally one will say it is true and the names have been changed. I would say 'sure' and keep reading, until recently that is. What I am about to reflect in deed happened and I was not prepared or planning what happened. But I am glad about it. It all started when I left work early one afternoon,...
Raphael swirled the beer in his bottle and surveyed the crowded room. The man he was chatting with-he'd introduced himself as Dan-was droning on about the stock market. Raphael was listening with half an ear. His friend Keith brought him to this bar, he said it was very exclusive. There certainly was a lot of testosterone in here, apart from the waitresses h...
A rather young looking woman lay motionless on her side as a man walked very softly around her almost languid form. He paused for a moment and then moved around her again in increment as if he were attached to the hand of a clock centered upon her. Beneath her was a large vintage Persian Baluch carpet, actually believed hand woven in Afghanistan from an unu...
Please read Chapter 1 for the background to this story: ***** Rob called around to check on his best friend's widow Dianne. Dianne was had continued to wear black since her husbands death now almost three years previously. All of the guys had secretly fancied Dianne; she had a graceful elegant quality, always in balance, almost serene. She had dark raven h...
"Hey. Hey wake up! Good morning Sleepyhead," said Vivian, shaking the daylights into me. I blinked, having forgotten my place momentarily. I was still wearing the black cocktail dress from the night before. It was now up around my hips, in contrast to having previously looked so very elegant on my willing body. Vivian peered into my fluttering eyes with appr...
Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he...
She dreams that she is straddling the cool metal tip of a space shuttle. It is night — further down, the orbiter glints. She is perched on the red external tank, where liquid hydrogen fuel and oxidizer fizz between her legs. Rumbling tremors start below, traveling up through her legs, her cunt, her chest. She feels it vibrating through her, although the sun...