Show your Lines

“Any feedback is greatly appreciated. Not only does it encourage an author to continue writing; it helps him/her to improve their product. I would like to thank those who have offered feedback previously.

If you have not read the previous portions of the “Easy Street” and “From Easy Street to a Hard Road series, you may wish to do so. For the readers who have been asking…I apologize for the lengthy divide between story segments…been busy. Thanks for all of the positive comments; I’ll try to keep ‘em “cumming”.” (more…)

She was 5′ 2″ and gorgeous. Her hair was past her waist and jet black and shiny. Her brown, almond shaped eyes twinkled, and her smile was dazzling. She filled out her tank top nicely with the dark brown nipples visible underneath. Her tight stretch pants hugged her hips and legs, showing off a great ass and thighs.

“And you are Ling,” Katherine said taking the woman into a hug and kissed her cheek.

“It’s so good to meet you.” Ling returned the hug and said in the slightest of accents,

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He held her for a few moments, kissing her and telling her He was proud of how well she had done, before sitting her on the floor and telling her the new rules, the new facts of her life.

she listened in stunned silence as He explained, feeling the world drop out from under her feet. He informed her she was no longer allowed in His lap or on the furniture, including the bed. she would be shackled to the post at the foot of the bed, and would be staying there until He felt like moving her. If He did feel like having her in the living room at night, she would be chained in the corner. she would eat when He fed her; speak only when He gave her permission. (more…)

A single lock of hair half-clings to your sweat-soaked forehead. I’ve fucked you with an untapped rage for the past hour, simply daring you to cum before I’m satisfied. Your lips, swollen from my savage kisses and the bottom split from a passionate bite, beg me to let you cum.

“Please, Goddess!” you moan, throwing your head back as I pin you hard against the wall, backing myself against you, taking your cock inside me further.

“Fuck, PLEASE!” you yell when you feel my pussy tighten around your swollen cock. (more…)

*Disclaimer:* Though this story bears some resemblance to real elements of my life, there is no intention to represent a real episode, either that has occurred or that I want to occur. Fantasies are just fantasies. Not all of them should ever become realities.

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“I’ve got that damned feeling again. Itchy and hot. Like I might do something a little crazy soon. Hot, dark images of rough sex slither up from some feral part of my brain. Definitely unrelated to the ordinary work on my desk. Disjointed, they’re guiltily savored and pushed aside. But there’s always more. Everywhere I look, there seem to be temptations to resist. They chip away at my resolve. My mind provokes me with the games I could play, if only…. What if I let go? ” (more…)

Chapter Sixteen – The Whore in Red. (edited)

“Quickly, Mistress Layla needs you now!” Rose rushed into Elise’s bedroom and threw a silky red dress down on the bed. Elise looked at Rose then put her magazine down.

“Alright, I’ll bathe immediately.”

“No, no! There’s no time for that,” Rose waved franticly at the dress. “Put it on!”

“Alright,” Elise picked it up and slipped it over her head. “But, please, Rose, what’s so urgent?”

Rose impatiently turned Elise around and pulled her zipper up. “Mistress Layla needs you. The shoes — you mustn’t forget the shoes.” (more…)