It all started on a lonely Saturday night when I was home alone doing laundry. I live on the first floor of a three-story building. The common washer/dryer for the building is in the basement, and a door from my bedroom leads directly into the laundry-room section of the basement. There is a young, unmarried
I have been under Mistress Rhonda’s tutelage for about three months now. During our time together mistress has taught me well on how to behave, and I take pride in that I seem to succeed in giving my mistress pleasure, both mentally and physically. Two weeks ago mistress informed me that I was going to
Martha had experienced a welter of emotions since her husband had been put in his place. She had been thrilled to see her huge hunk of a husband fall before the savage fighting skills of her slender female lover. Then, as she watched the man she’d married being reduced from a proud male to a
It had been a long time. She didn’t know whether she had stayed away for him, or because of him. But there was the dance floor, and several cowboys sauntering up already. She doesn’t want to dance yet, so she turns and starts walking. It is a warm night, middle of summer… dry Texas heat
Angel sighed deeply, her mouth slightly pursed as the air pushed out over her lips. She had been preparing for this for so long, and now it was so much that she could barely restrain herself. Tom was behind her, leaning against the club wall, his arms wrapped around her as he kissed the back