The soft, sensual music was only in her head; she glided softly down the pole, the cold steel against her warm, soft skin causing shivers to traverse her spine. She landed on her back, her legs up in the air; she licked her fingers sensually, then began playing with her pussy. Throwing her glance at the small one-way windows on the wall; she could see nothin...
The birds were singing outside, waking Lord Roger. With a smile he reached for his robe before quietly entering his wife's room, next to his. He sat in the chair by the window and admired his wife by the growing dawn light. It was warm and his wife was sprawled across her bed naked, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. He enjoying studying his wife while...
The night air was almost non- existent as I fanned myself with a rolled up New York Times, looking out the open window of a very cheap looking Days Inn. Wishing I hadn't passed up the invite to skinny dip in the lake with some old college friends, I sighed and hoped against hope that morning would come so I could leave town. But I was waiting on Devin to com...
CH.4.: HUSBAND,PICK UP THAT WHIP & WHIP MINE ARSE LIKE THE SPOILT OVERFED USELESS SLUTTY PRINCESS-CUM-SLAVEGAL THAT I REALLY AM!!??? THAT'S AN ORDER D'YOU UNDERSTAND: SHOW ME MY REAL PLACE IS AT THY MASTERFUL FEET!!!! On entering Her Royal Bedroom Queen Julia quickly booted out Her Royal Ladies in waiting" Move it, Ladies, I want to be alone with His Highne...
Chapter 18: Twisted Cyrus quickly left his father's house in a mood so dark that had it been able to affect the real world then it would have cast the world into the eternal darkness of a death dealing night. He struggled to contain his anger at his father for keeping such an important fact from him. How could he do this? First he picked out a suitor and no...
Madame Carrie's whorehouse always seemed to come alive on a Tuesday at the thought of their most regular customer arriving and demanding all of their attentions. Most of the whores had to wait until Friday when he and his friends would arrive and commandeer the whole building. On a Tuesday Lord Roger was there for one person only and that was the black haire...
From the darkened confines of swinger Hell, I discerned the cantaloupe-colored glow of the Prophet's fire stick. Sentient shadows traversed the carpet-covered walls of the aging van. Fake fur the pigment of a cheerleader's bubble gum lined the star-shaped, vibrating bed. On a television more obsolete than dial-up modems, a white guy with a perm bent a black...
Chapter 9: The Journey Northward I figured if I was really going to take the search for my newly discovered half-sister seriously, I needed a crash course in speaking passable Thai. Luckily, for me, one of the students who had graduated from the school was willing to teach me. Nok, my Thai instructor, was a fun loving guy about my age with a great deal of p...
When I arrived at the mine I had known what was expected of me but I still found the reality frightening to begin with. However, you get used to the life. My name is Carmen. I was born and baptised as Carlos nineteen years before this story begins. As long as I can remember I knew I was a girl. My parents died when I was seven years old and I went to live wi...
"Mmm yeah, baby, you like that don'tcha?" "Oh yes, harder, please!" I wasn't at all surprised to hear the lust and desire thick in my voice. I'd put it there, after all. I'd been trained too well and had too much practice to let my disgust leak out into my voice. John Stone – the seventh John Stone this week – was actually Lord Doland Carston. The Gaelin k...