It was a mild September evening; the sun hung low in the Western sky and shone gold through Lucy Lewis' kitchen windows. She sat at the table with two friends of her: Henrietta Delafonte was a woman in her mid 50s, plump and dark; Tammy Laroux was a young woman in her late 20s, skinny and pale, wearing thick frame black glasses, bucktoothed, with short, dark...
This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. Pulling on my pants, I left her there for a little while. No, I didn't leave her unattended for long. Like I said, she was my new fuck toy, so I di...
One month. Today makes one calendar month since her last orgasm. Everyday, she prays that today will be the day that he lets her cum, but, if truth be told, she would be a little disappointed if he did. Over the past month, she had seen him every day. Some days, she saw him multiple times, and every time, he would edge her. He would edge her until it was ta...
NOTE: This section should probably be under the BDSM story section but I want to keep everything together under Ex-Voyeur. If you don't like this kind of story, don't read it. Also; How about a little more feedback!! * I'd been left at the side of a road; naked, blindfolded, with my hands cuffed behind me. I was tied to something by a leash attached to t...
Daddy stood over me gently letting the tips of the flogger caress my body, he drew it over my still developing breasts, teasing my engorged nipples. He smiled at me confidently as he drew the flogger back and let it softly drop onto my left breast; he repeated this on my right breast. He continued this ministration of my breast until I was panting with excit...
Hi Everyone, This story is part 3 of a series and continues directly from where part 2 ended. I advise reading part 1 and 2 before reading this story. Parts 1 and 2 can both be found by visiting my author profile page. Thanks and hope you enjoy, love and licks, Lucy XXX * * * * * * * * * * Chapter 1: Confessions, but no regrets After a few seconds Matil...
"You are, too a crybaby." Yvette smiled as she said this to the perspiring Joel, her ever devoted older boyfriend. They'd just come in from walking home with ice cream cones. "You complain, and whine and wimp out. You're a big sissy." Joel, not yet scenting the danger, protested good naturedly. "I don't think that's true. I do give you your own way a lot,...
The new housekeeper, Miss Spargrove landed the thick wooden Spencer paddle for the fiftieth time on Shawn Cirrito's reddened buttocks, and Shawn bit her tongue to keep from screaming. As the paddle, built with holes throughout to make swinging easier and more painful landed again on Shawn's ass, she wondered what Ross was doing. Miss Spargrove had had hi...
one of these days these boots are gonna' walk all over you... Author Note: this story is based partially on real events. The fictionalized ending represents her fantasy version of how things might have gone but didn't and she penned the little ditty for him to read and enjoy after he returned home. Even before a single word was shared between them, she was...
(This is a fictional story about a young man's experiences enslaved by a middle age woman. It is a tickler for men not to overlook middle aged women who are not only sexually experienced having grown up in the liberated 70's but are not afraid of taking over as well! Having personally experienced women from their young adulthood in college to women in their...