He un-tied me from the bed and laid down beside me, kissing me and holding me as the shivers began to calm. I nuzzled my head into his neck feeling all of the security in the world. I slipped into a soft sleep with the rise and fall of his breaths
As I stood in the corner, hot in all sorts of ways, he told me that he liked seeing me like this. He reviewed all of the reasons why I needed his guiding hand, all of my weaknesses, frustrations, and failures. He mixed praise with disapproval, tell
I couldn’t sleep after our first chat. I imagined our first meeting. My nipples and pussy ached for his touch. I could feel him behind me, his breath on my neck, lips brushing lightly and slowly, running down from my ear to the nape. He leaned
This story appeared on Fantasies.com several years ago, and wound up in the Top 10. (I believe it’s still in the top 20 of all-time Fantasies.com stories.)
I thought I would post it again, in case some new members would like to read it. Hope i
It was a typical Friday morning rush hour. It was 90 degrees already, and the temperature was still rising. It was indeed, going to be a hot one today. My car had moved only just a couple of feet in the last half hour; I was going to be late for w
Tied to the table, bent forward, the way She liked having me. On display so all of Her friends could come and see me. So T/they can swat the ass that She owns. The table was cold and the cunt was wet with anticipation when i felt a hard SMACK to t
It was quite a plum for Petula to accompany the crack presentation team to Chicago for the final conference with Apex International. But then she almost blew their chances for the contract by forgetting to bring some really crucial display materials
Megan began clearing out her apartment when the irises bloomed.
After tennis, she’d come home to pack a few boxes, hop in the shower around 12:30, then take the back streets through the suburbs to avoid the Saturday mall traffic.
Max wa
Terry could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she turned into the parking lot. She was so scared that she had to force herself to take deeper breaths. Pulling into his assigned spot the front tires hit the curb hard enough to jerk her f
Readers are strongly encouraged first to read the earlier Megan Dooley episodes, posted on this site on or about July 5, August 21, and October 19.
Collectively, these 3 stories have been read about 4000 times.
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You arrive home, and are beaming with life, excitement, and anticipation of what is to come. You are drooling to ‘be’ totally in charge, to be the ruling Dom
Blonde, blue-eyed Jessica Lambert was in her mid-twenties and married to a man ten years her senior. He made a good salary, had no bad habits, and was faithful. Perhaps she should have been the happiest woman in Poplar Point, and in ways she was.
Readers are strongly encouraged first to read “Megan Dooley: a Love Story” and “Megan Dooley: Love Hurts”, posted here on or about July 5 and August 21.
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Megan nuzzled contentedl
I had been married to the same man for 9 years. We had gotten married quickly, and sadly our marriage had ended as abruptly as it had started. It came as a shock, but I got over it very well. I’m a true believer of the motto “Everything happens f
“Ohhhh my pussy needs more attention.” Katie said as she looked at Maggie.
“Yeah? Does she need my special attention?”
“Yesssss!” Katie said.
“Meet me in my room at midnight. I have to do some paperwork for Mrs. Sheldon. Just tap
Tara started lusting after her step-dad when she turned 18, the guy was not very attractive, he had bad hair, bad skin, bad breath and bad luck, but for some reason he made her horny. Maybe it was because she was great-looking, she heard the whistles
Readers are strongly encouraged to read “Megan Dooley: a Love Story” elsewhere on this site (July 5) before proceeding.
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“No, Max. Wait. Max…”
Megan leaned away from the g
“Ms. Sugar,” the Boss called from the back office as I shooed the last client out, locking the door behind them, “come here when you get a moment. I want to show you something.”
I put away the file I was holding and strode back to his off
It was some kind of art project for the community. We were all gathered in our high school gym with big wide rolls of paper taped together to create these huge banners. Our job was to fill in the lines that were pre-drawn with this goopy, paint lik