I stole my brother Simon’s Tangerine. His security wasn’t exactly bomb-proof; he’d been using the same password since he was thirteen. Father was away at the wars; Mother was out doing her Good Work, Simon was courting; and the servants had all been sent home for the night. If ever the coast was going to
Colette was sweating, taking out her irritation on the weeds in the flower bed beside the house, when she heard the taxi stop in front. She peered around the corner of the house, squinting into the late afternoon sun. Even before she saw the figure sashaying up the front walk, she grimaced. She knew it
Mary had thought she had put her magazines and plugs back up after she had masturbated but after her shower, she walked back to the bedroom to see her maid Sharon sitting in the chair looking at them. Sharon was her black maid for the last three years and didn’t know anything about her desire
My morning started out as usual, I made my husband and son breakfast and got them off to work and school respectively; then I made decision that would come to change my life. My son is eight; I have been married nine years, am thirty years old, stand five foot seven inches tall, brunette with
Jane and Mary, were sitting in their living room watching TV. They’d had a good meal and had decided to spend a relaxed evening in. After a while of companionable silence Jane spoke. “I meant to tell you Mary, that I’ve really, really come alive since we started our fun games. You’re such a good,
She had been watching the woman for weeks, planning out the attack. Her name was Dana, she was the mother of her daughters best friend and Sarah wanted her so badly. Not because of love, this was about something else, something much more dark and sinister. A need to hurt and destroy somebody and Dana
With her husband out of town for the month, Mary and her daughter Sue had gone out shopping for the weekend. Sue was in her mid 20s and Mary was going on 45. When Sue suggested they go to an adult theatre at first she was shocked but then laughed at the thought. She had
Jean was a wealthy woman who was in to the BDSM scene. She had paid for services of slaves for years now, even had one on a full time basic. She was white in her mid 30 and wealthy enough to do anything she wanted. That day at work she had called the agency and
I’ll start by describing myself. I’m 5′ 5,” 145 lbs., with Brown hair, Green eyes. I measure 44-34-38 ( I can be described as Rubinesque ). My breasts are huge as you can tell and they are very sensitive. I have above average body hair. I keep my pussy hair well trimmed, although I sometimes
Hi I’m Shanna. Might as well say right here and now that I’m a Lesbian – and proud of it. Might as well say also that I’m a friend – a very loving friend – of Lisa and that I’m proud of that too. In fact where Lisa’s concerned it’s more than love with me.
Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet. She had the kind of job many men would have envied; she was a sports commentator for super bike racing and loved every minute of it. She presented the image of a tall confident woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what it had to
The collaring ceremony and reception had been a great success. It was a small affair but all had a good time. There were only 10 people in attendance, but were very close friends to the Mistress and her newly collared sub. The actually ceremony had been short and sweet, it had been just a mere
Jezebel watched intently as the young girls on the stage swung themselves about brass poles. Their bodies undulated to the rhythm of the music beneath the bluish- purple wash of the lights. It was a Wednesday night and there were relatively few patrons in the club. “Hey, Jezzie!” Eddie yelled from behind the bar. His
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. The September sun beat down on Lisa through the open sunroof of her blue Acura as she pulled up to her last case of the day in the middle of the projects. The young, 21 year
“James and Susan Hullett. That’s H.u.l.l.e.t.t” I said to the pretty red head behind the ticket counter. “Here you are sir. Here is your boarding pass and seat assignment,” she said as she passed me my tickets and smiled. She looked to be about 22 or 23 and I couldn’t help noticing she had either