For someone special... ****************** Well now my little slut...what do you have to say to me? Oh Sir, I have been bad. Bad? Yes Sir. How 'bad'? Bad thoughts, Sir. Wicked thoughts. Slutty thoughts. You must tell me about these thoughts. But first I think it best if you strip naked for me. In case you need to show me about these thoughts of yours....
It was 2:36am when Samantha heard that sweet little ping from her computer even from the other room. It made her sit up straight, as if her body was primed for it. She stood up instantly and almost tripped trying to make her way over to Dale's message. She sat down at the computer, took a deep breath, and opened her instant messenger inbox... D: Hello S:...
She is away from home on business and unfortunately He could not be with her this time. After the meetings and the dinner, she returned to her room and logged onto her computer. Hopeful that He would be online as well. Happily she saw that He was online and quickly sent Him a message. she: Hello, Sir, how are you this evening? He: I'm fine pet. How are you...
"Cocoa sir. Nodding off a bit?" "Ah what, oh yes my cocoa. Nodding off you say? Well I suppose it's getting on to bed time." "Its Thursday evening sir, here let's have a sip now." "I can hold the cup my self you know; oh very well carry on then. Ah, that is good cocoa Amber. Thursday evening you say and nearly time for bed." "No sir, it's only eight o'cl...
"Where would you have me sir?" "I would have you before me. I want to admire you in the fading light, before the servants come by to light the first candles." "Do you like what you see, sir?" "Very much so" "I'm glad to be suited to your regard, sir." "Hush. Let us enjoy the peace of the evening together as the first candles are lit." "They seem slow t...
Serena had been up half the night on a T.V. binge. A sex scene in the last episode had gotten her more than a little hot and she had shed her clothes under the covers. She closed her eyes and started rubbing herself gently. It's always when you least expect it, but her phone vibrated beside her, the text message sending it into a glowing buzz. It was him....
It all began with just four little mysterious words showing up on her phone one morning. This is where our story loses touch with reality. This is where our heroine begins to lose herself, or maybe it's where her journey to find herself begins. She ignores the text message, figures it is an advertisement or one of her friends pranking her. Her day intones...
Eva thought she heard someone talking as her dreams began to fade in and out. She heard her beloved Sir's voice talking in hushed tones somewhere in the distance. Slowly, she began to surface to consciousness. Without opening her eyes she felt the soft pillow under her head and her body sandwiched between a comfortable bed and a warm blanket. For a moment...
*This is an erotic story of sorts taken from a recent conversation between Sir Gray and his enchanting muse. May it thrill you and delight you... *Muse: Sir Grey your muse summons You You sing the song of my soul like a lark *Sir Grey: My muse My muse you stir Me unlike any other come here at once linger beside Me The memory of bidden words and unbidde...
I had been in constant contact with Sir for quite some time and when he visited we always played very well together. Then Sir invited me to his house for a long weekend. I was nervous at first, our nights together could be intense, I didn't know how a weekend together would be! However, my desire and arousal, as well as wanting to please Sir quickly lead me...