Readers -- for my Valentine's tale this year, I brought back some old and familiar characters. For those of you new to my writing, please read "The Twelve Lays of Christmas" and "There is Baking and There is Cooking" if you want to learn the history of our players. Enjoy the story ~~ BrettJ * Thomas Wickham swung his legs out of bed and tried not to yelp w...
Rondi shifted slightly on her bar stool. She was beginning to think tonight would be a bust. And now she had lost sight of her husband, Cody, in the crowded hotel bar. If anyone did approach her, she wanted her husband to see everything. She wanted to show off her ability to attract men — men who could satisfy her in ways he couldn't. Not that there was an...
Lawrence Richards was in a bad mood. He was a fine art photographer who specialised in landscape and architecture, but like most artists, he was struggling to make ends meet. Now, he had had to resort to wedding photography to pay the bills and he hated it. Shooting weddings reminded him of crucifixion except that it was slower and more painful, and to add i...
After my hands were free from the handcuffs, Gretchen swatted me on the ass and I headed into the bathroom to try and got a look at myself in the mirror. My breasts were an angry reddish-pink color from being whipped in the punishment park and the expression on my face made me look nervous and hunted. If you added all of that up along with the slave collar a...
A dark story inspired by sad newspapers stories of teenagers stabbed in London I read the last time I was there. ------------------------------------ - Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. May I present you our new colleague, Mistress Kira Chowdhury? She had just been transferred from the Foreign Affairs Ministry. Please help her as much as you can to disc...
This is the continuation of part 1. Readers would benefit from reading Part 1 but it is not necessary. The sex act to most women is an intimate relationship between her and her lover. The caring, attentive and effort all directly related to how deep they feel for each other and how and why they want to please. Marriage has not always the same impact as tha...
Copyright Andyhm. 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years...
Disclaimer: Daddy is not related to me. He's actually a year or two younger than me. However in our dynamic, I call him Daddy and wear his collar. * Daddy woke me up from a sound sleep by spanking my hip. His cock was buried deep between my fat ass cheeks. He says that's his favorite way to sleep. He had come in very late last night from work and cuddled...
"Oh, my," Mary Jane thought to herself as she sat up in bed. "What a crazy night." The stunning redhead noticed the breakfast by the bed, and read the message her husband left for her. He told her to meet him at the party Jameson had organized. MJ started to remember bits and pieces of what had happened; all she knew was that she'd had a good time. Mary Jan...
Crystal607 was the inspiration for this story. Please read her stories on this site. Thank you, Crystal Crystal rolled out bed and headed to the bathroom. She had showered last night when she got home, but still felt dirty and decided to shower again. The hot water beating down on her body felt good. It was relaxing just to have the hot water rushing over h...