"A very explicit fantasy world were men are dominant and girls are happy, obeying toys."
The sun was shining on Naidja’s half naked body and heated her nicely. She was wearing a short white tunic made out of sheer fabric, that barely covered her butt and supported her tits to be pushed up and squeezed...
"The next chapter"
After the thrill of seeing her ass in her thong and her new Christmas dress, I was excited and aroused and I sat clutching her underwear, listening to her being fucked by Doug upstairs. When Doug came downstairs to get...
A hot, relentless Atlanta summer sun beat down on the cultured stone and marble paving surrounding the azure depths of the pool. The lush greenery at the outskirts cast dense shadow, promising relief from the nearly triple digit temperatures, but...
"Curious about serving a Master? Put yourself in THIS story!"
You glance up at the clock as you are making dinner. I would be home from work in a half hour. A small smile spreads across your face, and a sensual warmth and slight throbbing begin within the most feminine...
We ended up getting out of the cab at Scott’s hotel, simply because it was closer than my apartment. Everything felt numbly sexual. The people in the foyer. The art on the walls. The mirror in the elevator. The smooth,...
"An older man seduces a young woman"
The disdain in her eyesI’m not surprisedAn older man like meOffers nothing she can seeBut in bed, she will feelMy tongue and sex appealMore touching than a younger manWhere he can’t, I certainly canI know what a clitoris isAnd where...
I couldn’t eat. The hall was busy and loud; music drowned out by laughter and conversations. The views out onto the beach were spectacular. And yet, I hardly noticed any of it. As soon as he’d spotted me, my father...
I'm being very quiet and still now. Daddy's girl is creeping into the apartment. Little scamp. I'm lying here in my rumpled bed as she plays her games again. Baby girl doesn't live with me. But she does have her...
Sunday morning was grey and cold. I woke early, forcing myself out of bed and into the shower. Midway through feeling guilty for wasting so much hot water, I remembered Scott. Had he been serious about everything he’d said? Surely,...
