Martin was waiting, naked again, just inside the door and I didn't have to search out my key from my handbag. He had obviously been waiting for me and opened the door as I walked up the path. I walked in the house, slamming the door closed behind me and said, with a grin on my face, "Upstairs, boy -- dinner can bloody well wait -- I've got other much more u...
Chapter I: GETTING THERE Waking up when it is still dark is not my idea of a great way to start a vacation, but we had to be at the airport by eight in the morning, an it would take an hour to drive there. My idea of how to wake up, however, was being fulfilled. The sheet covering me had been thrown back and I could feel a moist tongue brushing against the...
My name is Jeff Clark. I'm a widower in his mid forties. My wife and I had married young and had been happily married for 17 years until she was taken from me in an automobile accident. The first few years were kind of tough. I wallowed in self-pity for a while and then got my head back together through hard work and attention to detail at my job. I've been...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale au...
My name is Sheela. Sheela means off good character. I am from a rural part of Karnataka that you have never heard of before. My parents told me the stories of the Vijayanagara Empire and all the like large empires that were started in our Indian state. All the while, we were sitting in a simple hut with only a thin wooden board between my fanny and the soil....
The room was hot and damp, and the sticky stench of something nearly rank hung in the air of the tiny apartment, the smell emitted by something that felt out-of-place in such a quaint and well-kept abode. The dead bolts on the door were locked, the key tucked safely in denim jeans draped haphazardly on a nearby stool, the windows closed and the canvas drapes...
(I find it hard to believe how many women I've met that have lived with men that want them to sleep with other men. Maybe it's just that I don't hide that my ex-husband was obsessed with just that. Anyway I wanted to tell you Rachel's story. Again I'm telling her story in the first person. I did lack some of the details so I ad-libbed. I even used some of...
--As I had mentioned at beginning of Part 1, the names of the main characters in this story have been kept anonymous due to ethical concerns. Sorry if this make parts of the story a bit hard to read. -- Again in silence, we drove back to the hotel. We entered the lobby to find Gina milling around almost as though she had been waiting for us. The other girls...
Pure fiction. My thanks to editor Windy Swimming. ***** I have one secret habit that I have learned to not tell people about because they just don't get it. I love advice columns, everything from Playboy Advisor to Ann Landers. I think they are as funny as a rubber crutch, and for much the same reason. It is amazing how we humans keep making the same mista...
PRELUDE Renee was nervous and anxious as she lay on the bed in the condo awaiting her boss Walt to enter the room. She was wearing her bikini bathing suit which was a tasteful two piece outfit. Walt had seen her in it before so she wasn't nervous about that but now he was about to give her a massage and touch her exposed skin. Renee's muscles were sore from...