Chapter 5 – The Simpleness of ControlI open my eyes, prying the sleep from my mind. My Lady groans as I shift in the bed, leaning up on my elbows I spy the clock. “Shit. It’s after nine, we need to get up.” I comment as a swat her on the ass as I roll
Charlotte opened the door and crept inside the bathroom. Fiona had her back turned and her eyes closed, so she didn’t hear her daughter come in. The teenager mischievously removed her dress and stepped into the walk-in-shower, surprising her mother.”Ahhh! Charlotte! Jesus! You almost gave me a heart attack!”Charlotte giggled, wrapping her arms around her
All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!Penelope woke to an empty bed the next morning. Before her sorrow at her husband’s early day could mount, she noticed something. His side of the bed wasn’t quite empty. Her heart pounded as she took in the details of a small velvet box
My aunt Lucy was always fond of me. No matter what the even was, she would go out of her way to hold me, or touch me in some way. I was her little Jem. My mom would always let my older sisters and I stay at her house. My first sexual memory with Aunt
We should not be doing this….I thought I was home alone. I had time to myself and a day off from work, my brother or my daddy’s cars weren’t in the driveway.What better opportunity to play. I stripped naked and admired myself in the mirror for a while.I was never ashamed of my body seeing
Alice longs to wear a plaid skirt, and Halloween is her chance…*I don’t have to apologize, not one little bit. The fates themselves planted the seeds in my head and even though I didn’t recognize them at the time there was no way for me to resist their eventual flowering. I do, however, remember the
Madam Veronica – David’s session begins.David looked up at Veronica briefly before dropping his eyes to the device in which his penis was now encased. His hands moved as if to touch, but a cough reminded him of where he was and in whose presence he was. And his fingers twitched but no more. As
“Coming Lance?” Gena was obviously very proud of what she had just done. You could see it in the jaunt of her hip as she swaggered back towards her bedroom. She glanced back over her bare left shoulder; half turned and extended her arm to give me the universal “come here” gesture of curling her
First: ‘sorry for my bad English’ but: my stories happened in East-Europe where I lived before I got caught. I hope you will enjoy it and support me for more continuations.Chapter1: – The meeting -My name is Dimitri , 23 years old and I lived in a poor East European shit-country where most of the
My story of how I got my daddy to be my husband! I can’t wait for my mommy to leave! I’m sorry about grammar…I’m need to work on it… I can’t wait for my mommy to leave My mommy neglects my daddy, my mommy doesn’t show him how good he treats us. She’s too wrapped
I was asked by my sister Carolynn to house sit their pets while her family went on Spring Break. I had done this a number of times before so agreed again. Only this time unbeknownst to me. She had added home surveillance cameras inside and out. Here I thought I had free reign and privacy.
The house was strangely quiet when Christy came home. She set her pack down by the door and listened to the stillness. Faintly, she heard muffled sounds. A TV droned somewhere upstairs. Music faintly seeped up from the basement. She wasn’t alone. Dad and Tina must be home, but the house still felt unnaturally empty.Christy
It was another late night at the office. Rick was at his desk and had just finished up a phone call. He and Emily were the only two there at around 8:00 PM.Emily, one of Rick’s younger assistants, was an energetic young woman with curly brown hair down to her shoulders, a beautiful face with
Dear reader, this is going to be the fourth instalment of the misadventures of Karen, her brother and me. I’d like to thank everyone who was kind enough to send me a comment, either by public bulletin board, or via e-mail. I love to hear your comments and suggestions. It is always nice to know
John came home from a bad date, sexually frustrated. As he came in quietly as to not wake up his mother, he heard noises from her room. Her door was ajar, so she must not have expected him home so soon. He peaked in to see his mother fucking herself with a vibrator.John has always
My name is Jane and this is a story about a period of my college life that I have fond memories of and deep regrets. We all do things when we are young that serve as lessons for later on in life. Some people refer to them as mistakes, but I prefer to call them
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated)Please do not reproduce this story without permission.== Chapter 13 ==I was still sitting on the floor by the bed and Chloe propped up some pillows in the bed so she could sit up. I always enjoyed serving her, but we hadn’t spoken much as we
Have we got to the end of this short story about mistaken identity quite so quickly? It appears so…but what of the invite Lewis received at the end of the last chapter? Let’s rejoin our dim but diligent hero in this final part.IF I’M EVERYWHERE, WHERE AM I NOT?I stared at the invite from Barbara
Author’s note: Wouldn’t you know it? I ended up writing a second part. What’s can I say? You stroked my ego, you kinky, kinky people. The response was even better than for my first two stories and you deserve to have all the love you’ve given my work returned back to you.This story contains some
“My office, NOW!” growled my boss from the hall outside my door.I’d fucked up royally this time.”Close the door, Jenkins,” he demanded as I slunk into the room behind him. My tie suddenly felt very tight around my neck. “And sit down for God’s sake.”I gulped and complied with the order. The old hard ass