Ben walked through the double doors into the small, dimly lit theater and scanned the seats. Both sections – upper and lower, with stairways on each side – were empty. As planned, he'd arrived early enough to ensure he could sit in the back row. He hadn't expected a problem obtaining the seats he wanted. It was a weekday matinee show of a movie released a m...
Above his lavish four poster bed was the framed declaration: "Every female peasant, on attaining the age of 18 years, shall present herself to her Lord, who may exercise his right to claim her maidenhood, and, once such right has been claimed, she shall be regarded as a woman, subject to the rights and duties attendant thereto." It was probably worth somet...
Jackie Burkhardt was brushing her hair in front of her mirror... or more accurately her mistress Donna's mirror. Everything in this room, including her, belonged to her mistress Donna and Jackie had no delusions otherwise. Sitting on her sore, constantly well spanked bottom always reminded her of her proper place in life and it warmed her submissive heart....
Peter Kurtzberg couldn't resist taking a look, just a quick peek over the cubicle wall. Bobbi Ross was very pretty. She had a heart-shaped face that glowed with warmth and whenever she smiled, which was often, her blue eyes sparkled like precious stones. Her naturally blonde hair was cut short in a cute little bob. If Kurtzberg was totally sure she wasn't...
This story was co-written by Trainman D (Ward Joseph’s Story) and LeasaJ (Heidi’s Story) Ward Joseph’s Story Part 1 “Shit, shit, shit!” I exclaimed. My best employee had just notified me that she was going to the hospital for an operation and would be out for at least 2 months. At least, our busiest period was over but she did more, knew more and work...
Chapter 4 - New Beginnings Melanie was having a sincerely disappointing week. It had nothing to do with her course, but with the little fucking troll she was roomed with. Right from the start she knew this wasn't going to work, but once their name is official in document where they were living, that was their room. - - - When she first arrived she found h...
It was after supper, but the evening sun still shone through the lofty windows of the gymnasium to catch dust particles floated weightlessly in its slanting streams of light. A naked young man who promoted the delicate aura of a fragile girl stood fumbling over his words before the seated figure of Miss Twist, groping helplessly for an excuse to explain the...
Freya scrambled across the bed and grabbed at the sheet that hung from the string. She gasped and covered herself as she heard Kerr slam into the front door. Slowly, her hand reached out toward the aging toolbox she used as a nightstand, and scooped up her earpiece. "I don't know. ... I said, I don't know!" Cautiously, she planted one bare foot on the floor....
CHAPTER 1 "Excuse me dear. Haven't I seen you on the telly? Didn't you murder that nice girl off of Eastenders?" "What?" The old lady broke me from my reverie. I had been scowling at my husband, who was openly ogling a leggy white girl. "Yes, I suppose I am. I didn't really kill her, you know." I was tempted to add, "She's not a very nice girl, in real...
Author's note: This story has a pretty long build up before it gets to the actual sex. It's more of an exploration of an erotic fantasy universe in which I've been daydreaming and scribbling. If you just want a quick fix, the sex starts a little less than halfway through. *** "Go fetch me a whore for the evening, would you my dear? I'm coming over a bit ra...