4-3 My study of Slave Yoga is proceeding splendidly. With the incentive of the slave treats and the mock threat of the slave whip constantly cracking over my head my movements in class are now more graceful and fluid than many of the slave girls. I know that my moves are better, even if the slave girls get more attention from the men in the window because t...
Chapter 1 Trish was excited and apprehensive as she sat on the plane. She had visited her dad, Rudiger, four times in her child hood, during her one month school holidays. He was always very happy to see her and quite fascinated with her, she recalled. Each time they had met in a different city and he travelled around with her. Trish knew that he was wealth...
Damn! The little whore next door was at it again. What was her game? Why did she put on a performance every night? It was dark outside, her light was on, his bedroom was located on the other side of the driveway. She had to know that he was watching her. Gary's cock stood to attention as she slipped out of her bra, revealing big tits, firm with the benefit...
The house had liquid colored chandeliers. They sparkled when the lights in the parlor were flipped on. The carpet was a rather luminous shade of aqua. It was scrubbed every week. It had a healthy shimmer and a rather antiseptic smell. It had a new carpet sort of smell. The carpet was installed everywhere. Everywhere except the kitchen and the upstairs den. I...
AUTHOR NOTE: Hello, readers! This idea came from a dream, so it's a little bizarre. Sorry if this backstory chapter is boring and slightly disturbing. The story gets better later. They'll be freedom and sexy lesbian nymphs for all. My endings are always happy. -------- The north wind blew a chilling gust, laced with the remnants of winter. Sarielle hugged...
After a quiet morning at work I decided to give myself the rest of the day off. I was on a contract to audit several banks in the American North-East, working at my own pace. BUZZ... That was the sound of my phone while I driving. Pulling over I saw it was Jillian, a foxy milf ten years older than me that I had played with during my visit to the area. 'He...
This is the third installment of Woodsman. As always, there is no sexual situations with anyone under 18. Actually there is no sex at all in this chapter. This chapter deals mostly with Vivian's mother, her decline and justification for what she became. The first two chapters set the stage for Vivian and Rob. As always, my editor Candace Frazier has done an...
Winston There is nothing sexier than a woman saying, "I will do anything for you," and meaning it. Or thinking she does. Over the now almost four decades that I have been sexually active, several, one could even say many, women have offered themselves to me completely. I don't deceive myself that every woman wants that. I don't know that even most women d...
If the definition of a prostitute is someone that sells there body for money then my wife has just turned pro. Since leaving the grasp of Mr. Houseman (see Hazel and the rent man) and his heavies life had been getting better and better. I’d accepted the fact that Hazel needed more cock than I could give her and was happy for Tom, the tenant down stairs to f...
Chapter Five: When it rains I was still in shock when Gretchen leaned over, took me into her arms and held me. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I never thought... I never thought this would really happen. It was just supposed to be a joke." My thoughts ran around the inside of my head, like a dog chasing its own tail; going nowhere, but getting there really fa...