Sunday "Tell me please." Lynn asked. He knew she was upset. It was finally midnight, and he had no restraints on him from Ammon. He took off his mask and laid it on a chair. He wanted her to see him. He needed her. The longing in him was building more than he had ever felt before. It was beyond need but a driving force. Jennifer barely heard him. She could...
******* This is part 8 of a continuing series. I highly recommend you read them in sequence. ******* Ramya felt very nervous as she entered the fashion show location. Kajal had given her very explicit instructions about obeying the designers and coordinators, and also pretending that she'd done this previously. On top of all that, Ramya had to remember th...
She often thought back on the encounter; remembering how he had been looking at her during class, how he suggested music for the class to listen to, which caused in her a deep sexual yearning. The false pretenses about listening to an album, which lead to some of the best sex she had ever had. Life, however, had gone on. A few years had passed since the enco...
(Possibly the longest story I have written. Thanks to all who helped me by reading it and giving me feedback. I owe you all a ton of kisses.) * Corey walked up the stairs as he readied himself for the night of dancing he promised his lover that night. He arrived at her room and glanced in as Sylvia stood there, just as she finished lacing her boots up to h...
"I don't want to go," said Mitzi. "And just why not?" asked Courtney. "Because I don't have a dress for starters," said Mitzi. Mitzi Kramer and Courtney Wells had been in several dress shops looking for an evening gown for the New Year's Eve party they were invited to. Courtney was tall, slender, with long, straight, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and curve...
(This story contains scenes of Lesbian and Straight Sex as well as some light bondage. As always, your comments and you votes are most welcomed.) * The telephone rang. Detective Kate Stevens remembered slipping off her sleeping mask and looking around her dark and squalid one bedroom apartment. Finally she managed to locate the telephone under her clothes...
"A surfeiting of terror soon makes terror a cliché." -Richard Matheson, "I Am Legend" *** Dora's ghost and Jill's ghost left the basement at midnight, dragging chains all the way up the apartment building's thirteen floors. The chains were Dora's idea. "If we're going to haunt people, we should have chains," she said. Jill thought it was silly, but she di...
II: Lexi The place was so familiar Lexi felt like she had never left. The conference table dominating the center of the room surrounded on each edge by the four uncomfortable chairs. The rectangular window with its token blinds that were hardly worth turning closed they offered so little privacy. The outlets and the wide whiteboard across from the window st...
(This is a continuation of "My First Session with Her" and incorporates Staci from "Domination Road Trip." I have attempted to make this story stand alone, but it may make more sense if you read the other two stories first to get a background on the characters.) My owner, Ms. Andrea, was finally satisfied with the blow job I'd given her strapon, and relea...
Morning saw Victoria standing naked in front of the floor to ceiling window, looking out, watching the sea of people below. They were oblivious to her offering, focusing on their own miserable little lives, the drudgery of work, of making dirty, soulless, money. How sad, she thought. They were so involved in their pathetic wasted lives, busily watching their...