Don't read this story if you don't like scenes in which men are forced and degraded without their permission by dominant women. ***** "Mike, there's a party Saturday night and this time you're coming with me." "It's not one of your office parties is it Gwen?" "No, it's round at my friend Christine's house. There'll be one or two surprises but you never k...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. James came by the next night, and we spent the week-end fucking, sucking and talking. He...
My wife Jenny arrives home early on Friday night. I had taken the afternoon off and am in the midst of preparing dinner. I am wearing only a pair of boxer shorts and bending forward to place the crown roast of lamb in the oven when she walks in the door. She drops her keys and purse on the kitchen table for me to put away. She stepped towards me and playfull...
Once the guys, the two remaining after the other two had problems with pre-mature ejaculations, took their eyes off your clean shaven, moist and swollen cunt lips and took your extended hand to move to the dance floor. They both followed you onto the floor where a disco song was playing. You began to dance, sway and play to the beat of the music as you turne...
It has been a strange week. I get home from work early on Friday, ready for the weekend. I change into my skin-tight swimsuit and crack open a couple of my new favorite high-alcohol beers, and head out back to get wet. Disappointingly, my frequent swimming & drinking partner was nowhere to be seen. Di and I have become quite close this week. I've fucked her...
The house was quiet. The sun shone through the curtains dappling the floor and walls. Spring had finally arrived and she was glad for it. She felt as though she had been cocooned in the house and now coming to life anew. Sounds outside her bedroom window enlivened her. The birds, the breezes, people working outside, all of her senses heightened. He even open...
An essay as set by its Owner & Master March 2011 Dear Master Your slave first had the opportunity to view and admire your feet when you kindly and generously decided to allow this unworthy slave the privilege of receiving a photograph of them last year by email. It was both a great pleasure and honour to receive the email and the fantastic picture it cont...
This story was created to entertain. All characters are 18+. I'm making my way into the community and would appreciate criticism, thoughts, and support. Thank you for your attention, we hope you enjoy your flight. This story was created in Co-Work with the volunteer editor Nouh_Bdee. Thank you so much. *** I enter my home after a hard day of work, too ti...
I was running late again. But this wasn't just five minutes on a normal day, this was ten minutes on a day that he was in the office. Everything was to be perfect for him, and here I was, screwing things up. All eyes were on me as I nervously entered the conference room. I scanned the room for a friendly face, but saw none. I was late. Time to face the cons...
"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle." Lewis Carroll "To destroy is always the first step in any creation." ee cummings She asks the wrong questions... Often, she feels the need for names, for boundaries. She pushes to find reason in madness, clarity in passion. Creation lacks comfort, transformation is painful. I answer her questions with...