"I want this to be an active date," she said, with her characteristically sweet smile and smooth as honey voice. "No sitting in a dark movie theater, or stuffing ourselves in a restaurant. I want to see you in your element and have your complete attention." Lori had been the general manager of my grandmother's nursing home. Incredible warmth, deeply caring, but always with a professional veneer. We shared a love for my gr...

I was playing a round of golf with a guy called Brian. He was a new member at the club. I hardly knew him, but we had been drawn to play each other in the club competition. We exchanged pleasantries whilst playing the first few holes... What do you do? Where do you live? Married? Hobbies? Etc. We were getting along fine, and there was nothing to suggest it was not a normal round of golf, but then everything changed. We we...

Noon Wednesday, July 5th, 2023 The glass exterior of the building, the cold minimalist plaza entry, and the low hum of office activity weren’t unlike Garin’s office, or the offices she worked in over a decade ago. Lyrou sat in the sleek reception of Barbara Geithner’s law office in downtown Fort Lee, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her face was heavy and puffy, and she wore a weary numbness. When the secretary calle...

I could taste his arrogance in the air. In fact, I almost choked on it as he downed a celebratory shot when the sports team he’d been betting on won their game. The men he was with slapped his back with cheers of adoration, and his dark eyes blazed with glory. He devoured their praise as if he were a god. ​It wasn’t long before our eyes locked. I knew what was coming; it was inevitable, but I would let him think that he w...

A petite sub gives herself completely to her masterful dom. Three part series. Based on true events. Note. This is an audio only version. Full text is not included.

Matt’s hands were still shaking despite being on the steering wheel of his car. He was out for a drive in the countryside, roof down, with the breeze tousling his hair, when the message on his mobile phone came through. He pulled over to the side of the road and read it. Staring at it for ages, the message still didn’t sink in. He understood what it said; he just didn’t expect to see it. When he put the pub’s name, ‘The W...

The doorbell rang and the door opened. "Only us," I heard Mum call. "I'm just getting dressed. I will be down in a minute," I called back. I didn't bother with a bra — being an A cup and a half, I didn't really need one. I certainly didn’t need one around the house anyway. A pair of random knickers from my underwear drawer and a thin strapped sundress. The weather was in the twenties, that would be fine. I walked slowly d...

Sonya writhed in satisfaction as I withdrew my cock from her sticky pussy. She clenched my cock greedily as I pulled out, causing me to spurt and the remains of an ample load over her bald cunt. Grabbing my cock by the base, I smeared it across her soft mound, the hint of hair not yet visible, tickling my shaft as I did. I let go of my dick and licked the slurry of our mutual juices from my fingers. “Fuck, you’re tasty.”...

Unable to return to my dad's with my mind churning since the quarrel with Louise, I walk aimlessly in the rain. I should have seen this coming, and it's my own fault for encouraging her to share her fantasies with me, knowing she was aware of my flexible arrangements with Charlotte from the videos she found. Is this another time when I should bow down to what she wants for an easier life? Would standing back while she exp...

"Quick, someone get their mouth over my cock. I'm going to shoot," he shouted. A mass of bodies rushed forward, including the father, the son and the holy ghost. A mouth would have reached it in time, avoiding disaster, but the holy ghost clawed them back to try and get there first. Spunk shot out into the void. Emptiness was filled. A great flash of light accompanied the event as shot after shot erupted and expanded. And...

This story begins with the last few paragraphs of part 1. Friday came, and I was excited about the weekend, and I was in Mr. Ames' class by myself, grading some papers as I usually did on Fridays. Unexpectedly, Mr. Ames walked in and said, “Whatcha cooking, good looking?” I replied, “Not cooking today, just grading some of these papers for you.” He turned and closed the door and locked it. I was feeling very uneasy as he...