After Franklin left late that Saturday afternoon, I decided a relaxing bubble bath would be just what my abused body needed. His gargantuan sex tool, along with the enormous size of his body, left me more than a little sore. I poured myself a glass of win...
Paul ended the call with a “I’ll be back in town late afternoon tomorrow. Roast chicken would be good.” No “I love you” or even “I miss you.” Was I now simply the good reverend’s cook? Some background: We met eleven years ago in Cincinnati. Paul was a the...
They say opposites attract, and I also believed that when I met my husband, Wesley. My name is Veronica Miles. I have always been strong-willed and independent. I have always known what I wanted and followed my goal to the letter. I graduated top of my cl...
I'm not sure what time I woke up the next morning, but my head was killing me and my bladder was ready to explode as I stumbled into the bathroom to pee. I just wanted to let my cock hang over the toilet and empty myself, but I was still caged, and had to...
Rosy's relieved to see Jill sound asleep Monday morning after a night of tossing and turning. Carla's been up a while, and has coffee ready in the kitchen. After their usual morning flirts and kisses, they sit back with their coffee for a little girl talk...
Tuesday, 10am My mood is even more terrible when I wake up. Now I’m not just frustrated, I’m tired too. My first response to the morning is to frown and sigh. The Colin Firth-lookalike rouses us again, pulling back the curtains to more blazing sunshine an...
Wednesday, 10.10pm I’ve got shaky hands again. Clammy palms too. But this time it’s not rage. I’m quivering somewhere between nerves and anticipation. Part of me wants to run away and hide in a bathroom. That part of me is ashamed to be here, and it’s tel...
