I started crying and he looked at me so tenderly. Sighing with surrender he dropped to his knees. My Mistress whispered, "Good choice, now enjoy yourself!" then returned to the wheel. He looked at me one more time then opened his mouth to take in my nipple. My body felt the pain begin. Just out of the clamps they were still sensitive and sore. I felt his ton...
It's been a hot summer day and we've been on almost every ride at the park, finishing up at my favorite. We're laughing like little kids as we climb into the Ferris Wheel. I know he thinks I'm up to something as I make him sit on the same side as me and toss my sweatshirt on his lap. He looks at me questioningly, "You don't want to hold it anymore?" I know...
The story continues with a new venue, same characters. Thanks to my readers who comment and support my work. ***** 9 am Monday morning found me outside her door again. The view was just as impressive in daylight. I would never tire of watching the constant activity on the Harbour. Sea water was in this city's veins. Her door was slightly ajar so I pushed...
In these times of overvalued new cars and bleak employment outlook it pays to know how to buy a used car. Most of us are only three paychecks away from homelessness (finding the ideal location for a cardboard box will be covered in a future article). Because of this 'state of the union' being prepared to downsize from an SUV that burns premium unleaded gasol...
The Mistress entered the room. Clad in a tight, black leather bra, studded with rhinestones around her exposed nipples and an even tighter matching garter, she walked with the aura of dominance. The clicking of her black leather, thigh high stiletto boots sang sexual desire to the slaves as they awaited her commands. Two slaves were there, one male, one fema...
Volume 5: What Was Left Behind Chapter 2 - Echos "From the ground came trees and man. From the tree we took shelter and warmth and glue, a place to play and the means to make tools and weapons which we selfishly used against our fellow humanoids. The humble tree even remembers when we used its life to steal others' and it continues to give of itself. T...
Thea woke up inside a glass jar; the lid had holes punched in so she could breathe. The jar had recently been filled with jam as she woke up lying in the little cluster that was left. She was still completely naked apart from a piece of wire that had been carefully tied to her wrists behind her. She tried to pull against the wire to only find that only tight...
If you're reading this, then you are an A type personality, one who enjoys driving in the fast lane and enjoys passing all the slowpokes. "Move over. Get out of my way, Grandpa." No doubt, you even think you are a superior driver, better than most, except for those professional racecar drivers that you see on television, Formula One, Nascar, and Indy. If...
Driving a Lamborghini is more than just a blushing rush of adrenaline. It's more than a feeling of luxury or elitist pride. The speed, the danger and the edgy tease of the design make it unrepeatable; undeniable even. When I'm inside it's more than simply thrill that courses through me, its lusty embrace appeals to my desires every moment I'm behind the whee...
LETTER FROM MEMPHIS Dear Shoeblossom: I always thought I was just an ordinary Tennessee farm girl until I graduated from secretarial school and went to Memphis, the big city. My life now is unbelievable! Just yesterday, I was in my short-shorts and high heels, watching poor Aleron scrubbing my floor. She kept looking up at my long legs as she pushed close...