Monday, 26 December 2011

Christmas (5)

The fur-trimmed hemline of her scarlet dress, separated from the fur tops of her black boots by only a few inches, barely covered her ass at the best of times. Right then, though, her hand was holding that skirt up to let him see her pert bottom - and to prove that she really wasn't wearing any panties at all.

Sunday, 25 December 2011

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas Everyone!

I'll post one more Christmas piece, either tonight or tomorrow morning. In the mean time, have a great day!


Saturday, 24 December 2011


So, what's the plan for today? And if you say we have to get out of bed, then I'm out. I haven't had a lie-in for weeks.

Don't Ask

I don't know who else saw this, but I felt it was a lovely, heartwarming story.

Friday, 23 December 2011

Christmas (4)

Gina stood at the window, watching as the car pulled away out of the driveway. The brake lights flickered on for a second, and then off as the car turned with a scrunch and disappeared around the corner.

"Come here," Bea said, already grabbing her around the waist.

Thursday, 22 December 2011


The muscles in his arms were bunched from straining against the cuffs, but nothing was going to break them. Similarly, his legs couldn't break the shackles that held him. She had chained him to the chair, and there was nothing he could do.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Christmas (3)

The stable was dark and quiet. The bitterly cold, utterly black night closed in around the little building, hiding everything outside.

Monday, 19 December 2011

Christmas (2)

Someone had turned the lights off, and the only light in the room was coming from the wide open fire that burned in the corner of the large Victorian living room that formed part of the flat.

Sunday, 18 December 2011

Overtime (2)

Pet couldn't stop shaking. Her new Mistress' fingers had been holding steady in her pussy for several minutes - their warm, hard presence teasing against her inner walls and g-spot, shifting unpredictably inside her so she could never fully adjust.

Friday, 16 December 2011


Her boyfriend, George, had been pestering her for months to let him have a threesome; finally, on her birthday, Lucy had agreed but only on the condition that she got to choose third person. George, of course, had readily agreed.

Thursday, 15 December 2011

Christmas (1)

They crashed through the door still kissing, their hands pawing at one another desperately. His loins were on fire and hers were dripping wet, and still they kissed sloppily, their tongues entwined.

Tuesday, 13 December 2011


One hand slid in slow half-circle twists as she slowly pumped his cockshaft, while her mouth moved up and down over the head. Her lips were puckered tight around him, but they were slick and glistening with saliva. Her whole head bobbed smoothly up and down on him as she worked.

Monday, 12 December 2011

Home Alone (2)

They scrambled quickly up the stairs. She was in the lead, and the short skirt did nothing to hide her modesty - she felt his hand on her thigh, stroking gently up and down, his fingers brushing on her pussy as they moved.

Sunday, 11 December 2011


Her fingers danced over her stomach, her pubic bone, and around the gentle curve of her hips. The tips  of her fingers were very slightly soft, but she still moaned as they rubbed her clitoral hood, stimulating her for just a second, before her fingers were at her vulva.

Friday, 9 December 2011


He had told her to keep her eyes forward, and she was trying.

The collar around her neck, with two leashes, one tied to each bedpost, ensured that she couldn't turn around and look at what she was doing. Instead, she had to listen to the faint slapping noises behind her, and guess.

Tuesday, 6 December 2011


The sound of another explosion ripped through the room, and more gunfire. Her boyfriend sat in front of the huge TV screen, desperately tapping away on the little plastic controller, almost snapping it in two in frustration as he died again.

Monday, 5 December 2011


Short bursts of ragged breath; a fire in her belly; weak legs; arms shaking as she tried to hold on to him; her lipstick smeared and ruined; mascara running; her entire body shaking as she came again.

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Overtime (1)

Her fingers traced slowly over the purple briefs. She could feel the swollen lips that pressed back against her fingertips, and she smiled, moving her fingers up to the clit.

It felt so good, those fingers on her clit. She shuddered, trying to stay completely silent. She couldn't help it, and a few squeaked moans escaped from her.

Friday, 2 December 2011


She sipped her faux-champagne as she watched the smirk spread slowly across his face.

"What are you planning?"