(author’s note: more D/s than BDSM) I was working the midnight shift in the Three Points, Arizona, police station. I like this shift because it’s usually quiet and, being a woman and being by myself, it’s usually safe – in an emergency I can always call for backup. Not much happens on this shift. Maybe
MackenzieI poured almonds into a glass container, the nuts crashing against the bottom with a clatter. Summer sunlight shone through the bay windows in my parent’s kitchen, illuminating the golden swirls in the marble countertop. I snapped a lid over the container with a click, tucking it away in my backpack with my water bottle
She had arrived at the designated address with only a couple minutes to spare, dressed in a little black dress, thigh highs, and black heels. Underneath she had chosen a bustier with match g-string and garters to complete the look. She peeked in the mirror, tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and
Virginia Mason felt worn out. She was a cashier at a grocery store which didn’t believe in letting its workers sit down. And it didn’t call them workers, they were ‘associates’, as if they spent their shifts associating rather than working their butts off.She didn’t mind the work, really, except like today when some jerk
Chapter 4: My First FuckIt was nearly 3 months after My first blow-job before I finally lost my virginity. As it turned out, neither Patrick nor Stevie were to be responsible for claiming my somewhat dubious virtue. Patrick had dumped me after he found out about me giving Stevie a blow-job and that same blow-job
She was as hot as the day is long. An amazing body–a tight round ass and perfect titties that usually showed off hard nipples through a skimpy thin bra. I’d been seeing her for a couple of weeks. She was playing hard to get, so I had to go through a few paid dinner dates
Hello Friends, I am back with the new chapter of my sex life. In case you have not read my earlier stories here is a short background 🙂 My Dad passed away 2 years back leaving me and mom all alone, then because of my aunt (mom’s sister) we shifted to Pune from Mumbai (a
“You goddam fagot!” He roared. I felt like mice waiting to be stumped by an angry elephant. Dad had grabbed the collar of my shirt with his left fist, and his right fist was stopped inches from shattering my nose. I shivered, glancing at the way he appeared before me. His brows were lowered, pulled
My name is Michael, I’m 18 and I come from a unique family that led to my unique story. I have 2 mom’s, Christine and Debbie. I’ll refer to both of them by their first names to avoid any confusion. They are both 40 years old and as you might imagine, they’re both lesbians. They
Casper lay in his bunk in despair. His eyes were puffy from crying. It was after lights out. Holly lay in her own bunk facing the wall and seemed to be sound asleep. He wished he was too, but he couldn’t. Not after the woman he loved had let him go like this. What was
Ellen was a skilled dominant, and she guided my journey to submission brilliantly — gradually pushing my limits, expanding my horizons, deepening my adoration for her. For most of my first year, I never doubted our new dynamic was one that I would adjust to and even come to feel grateful for.She was strict, but
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any events or to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All players are over the age of eighteen unless otherwise stated. If you have a problem with bondage or non-consensual sex, go no further! This story is purely for adult fantasy and entertainment.
Naughty Little Things, Part 3 Em spent a lot of time downstairs, just looking through her friends’ social media pages and putting in a few of her own. Her mind, though, kept wandering to other things… things she shouldn’t be thinking about. Like her dad. Her mom had been gone for two years now and
This one is a continuation of My Little Boo. I suggest you read that story to understand the context of this one.Moving in with David was the best thing to ever happen to Donna. She loved being alone with him each evening. She laughed when he said he loved having her at his beck and
While I valued my alone time, the good thing about being a ‘looker’ is there’s never been a shortage of interested parties when I need one. Men look and can’t look away, their imaginations likely going wild.It must really be a struggle, especially when they’re with their wives, to lock in on my goods and
I grew up near a small farming town in Texas, close to the border with Oklahoma. It was a religious community centered around the church and my parents were good God fearing Christians. We owned a small farm and grew vegetables, some grain, and raised livestock. It was a demanding life with lots of chores
This is a work of fiction with no basis in reality. All characters are 18+. You must be of legal age to read. Nothing herein condones or is meant to encourage any illegal or immoral behavior. Fantasies and roleplays are not reality. Copyright Sir_Galois 2024 “OK, that’s everything.” The sun was still cresting through the
This follows directly on from Rocking horse 2. Lady Jane and Cyril, spent an uncomfortable night. Cyril’s erection sticking into Lady Jane’s back. He had never had such a permanent and hard erection before. Putting him with lady Jane had worked wonders for his cock. Lady Jane did not feel the same about Cyril. The
Growing up, I often fantasized one day I’d become Superman. Like him, I was raised by 2 oldies who did their best to make me a decent person. At 10 years old, Dad was 56 and worked for Boeing. Mom was 48 and was a part time employee at the local Walmart. Every evening, Dad
SUMMER’S ISLAND Summer folded her clothes neatly and placed them on a rock. She stood completely naked in the light woods in the center of the tiny island. She even took the scrunchie out of her long, straight blond hair, letting it fall gracefully behind her like Lady Godiva. For the first time in her