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Monthly Archives: June 2010
She flipped the “CLOSED” sign over the door, and flipped the lock simultaneously. It had been a long day. She’d found the perfect washer for Ms. Mack, a lock wrench for Mr. Jonea, spray for the mystery bugs in Mz. … Continue reading
i have a philosophy about getting lost. i don’t believe in it. (shakes head) One finds a new way to get someplace. My wife, otoh, gets lost chronically. I always thought it was because she believes it. Unfortunately, some people … Continue reading
“Come here slut.” It was the first time he had spoken to her in 4 hours. Praises be, perhaps her punishment would finally be lifted. She had been silent all fucking day, 12 hours with nothing except long, yearning looks. … Continue reading
Greetings Horny Readers! Just to let you know, my computer access will be limited for the next 10 days. i hope you will take a moment to comment, to let me know you’re enjoying my stories; just know there may … Continue reading
His cock slid into her with amazing ease. She grunted a bit, around the blue ball gag pressed behind her teeth. “Shut the fuck up. No noise!” He barked as he slapped her hip. Her right leg was stretched out, … Continue reading
He put her on a diet. In all fairness, she’d asked for His help. Her cholesterol was high, her blood pressure was creeping up, and after her work shift she was exhausted. Now here she was, 30 pounds lighter, just 10 … Continue reading
She might have been a study in chiaroscuro. He might have been Rembrandt. The thick dildo spearing up from the block dismissed that idea, although one only saw it when they passed behind her. The base of it, anyway, the … Continue reading
How long he stood there, watching, lost in the perfection of her being, he did not know. He was unaware that others watched, considered them a pair, a study in polar opposites, as he stood transfixed. He was as dark … Continue reading
okay, my SECOND favorite kind of blue… happy HNT!