Brenda  Brenda shot a few “Good girl”s at Katie during the day, but just enough to annoy her without getting her angry. Cynthia looked a little worse. She obviously wasn't sleeping enough. I wonder what Master is doing to her? She knew not to ask him, though. Her day proceeded uneventfully, although she found herself assessing the various girls she saw. She’d be a nice choice for Master. Not her, though. Mmmmm, that one i...

Chad Stephens was a lucky man. He had a wife, a lover, and an Office Whore in his bed, and they were all the same woman. He watched her belly, very swollen with their child, rise and fall as she breathed. She’d had a difficult time falling asleep last night because the baby had been awake and kicking up a storm. “I swear this baby is trying to dance its way out of me lately,” Reina had joked last night. So, he let her sle...

I’ve been looking at Maria since she started working here a month ago. I’ve been hanging around the aisle where she’s stacking shelves. Twice when I’ve been doing that, although she hasn’t looked directly at me, her hand has gone inside her shirt to adjust her bra, which I always think is a sign that a woman has been made conscious of her body and particularly the sexual parts.  I’ve found myself standing in the queue for...

Growing up with a younger sister came with its perks and its annoyances. It was convenient having a younger sibling to poke fun at and manipulate into doing chores for me. I also rather enjoyed having someone other than my parents enthusiastically cheering for me at hockey games, wearing old jerseys of mine to show her support. She was my biggest fan when we were kids. Youth hockey is pretty all-consuming during the winte...

I know I make this Agony Aunt thing look easy but it isn't. Basically you have to be truly incredible, sort of like Grace Kelly, Marilyn Monroe and Audrey Hepburn all rolled into one, with maybe just a dollop of Audrey Tatou on the side just for good measure. What you can't do is let your inner Joan Crawford or Judy Garland out. People don't like that. No they don't.  You have to be 'totes amazeballs'. Kind, sensitive, wi...

The following Monday I awoke to fresh scrambled eggs, French toast, and orange juice in the kitchen. I was half-way through eating when the phone rang in the kitchen and I put it on speaker.  "Hello, Domina," I said trying to woof down my breakfast. Since I've been here, I've been so busy sexually that food has come in spurts - just like my men. See what I did there? I'd been eating in 'noshes' as the Jewish people say, a...

  A wet tongue unerringly trailed up her inner thigh. Instinctively she spread her legs, feeling her sticky pussy lips unglue. The tongue rasped through her folds, wiggled into her silken opening, scooping up her leaking juices, and smeared them on her now throbbing clit. Whimpering, Olivia Chandler looked down. And woke, startled; the fog of lust dissipating when she saw whose face was glistening with her juices. What th...

Fiona stepped forward, leaning in close so I could smell her sweet perfume. Her large breasts pressed against my chest, making my lingerie rub softly across my skin. My penis grew harder and my body trembled against hers. “Do you want to please me?" She said, in a serious tone. "Yes, Miss Fiona, all I want to do is please you!" I replied eagerly. "Good because I'm going to make you do whatever I want from now on. Let me b...

Fear not, my most beloved, the city keeps our liaison secure. The old stones have engraved our names in their fiery hearts, the greyish river remembers to keep our scent in its waters We somehow will always live in the travelling breeze of Time, In the old decayed doorways where we kissed defying Fate and every treasured second will shine softly for all lovers even in the darkest of nights.    

I’ve been divorced for over a decade.  Left my annoying as fuck wife, moved to southern Oregon, and immersed myself into the local culture; a little redneck, a little hippie, a little woo-woo, a little folks-with-money-who-don’t-flaunt-it.  Most of my friends fell into the first three categories, and many of those ladies satisfied my sexual urges without any hope of anything beyond that.  I also made a few friends, all ha...

I heard Tim close the front door. “Tim, can you come here for a moment, please,” I called out.I watched as Tim came into the lounge. He was wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I had chosen a sleeveless top and short skirt and I had bare legs.Tim looked me up and down with his usual longing look for me. He was used to me being there and letting myself in. I was the cleaner and came every day and his mum trusted me...

“Alexa,” her boss called through his open door. She left her cubicle, went into his office and closed the door behind her. A fair idea of what he was about to say, she didn't want to share it with the entire office. She'd just put an angry client through to him. Stern faced, he looked at her. “Why didn't you tell me about that yesterday?” “I saw the email, but you were busy and I forgot.” Yesterday, a match on her dating...