Monthly Archives: November 2010

Transformations (f)

part e She flew through the house and tore up the stairs. Why today, of all fucking days, she had to have not one, but two things spilled on her at work was a mystery for the ages. First the … Continue reading

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Touch

i tip my hat to tipacanoe for the spark that got this idea flashing across my brain….thank You, Sir! ~n~ He tied the blindfold as she stood in the center of the room. He’d wanted to play this game at … Continue reading

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nilla is not a weeble

It’s been a busy Thanksgiving week here in nilla-land. First all the preparations for the big Feast, including getting the house ready. Though we don’t have a big family, having 5 people coming in really added to the fullness of … Continue reading

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Suppertime

Her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. He sat quietly eating dinner; she, not as quietly, seeking hers. He’d not let her eat at the table tonight, a simple head shake as she prepared to lay her place … Continue reading

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texts

i want. i want to go upstairs and fuck my little pussy. i want it bad. You made me want it, You and Your dirty little texts. Talkin’ to me about what You were going to do to me tonight. … Continue reading

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HNT: Gobble Gobble

i keep ‘stuffin’ them in but they keep poppin’ out…

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Domme-Wife (3)

She pulled him across the room by the leash, leading them to the “Electro-sex” booth. “We want to try this,” she said in her “don’t fuck with the Mistress” voice. Damn but she was getting good at that, and it … Continue reading

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The Irascible Matt Fox

usually i write shorter, but this story begs to be told in one long sequence. Fair warning, this one is verrah long.  ~n~ She could hardly believe it! At long last, she was on her way up to interview him. … Continue reading

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The Domme-Wife (2)

He knelt at her feet, her boot-clad legs propped on his shoulders as his lips danced across her thighs, enjoying the texture of the slickly clad legs. The sweet and heady perfume  from the juncture of those thighs suffused the … Continue reading

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Transformations (e)

She passed in front of the living room window again. It was 8:22 a.m. and she needed to grab her keys and head off for work, but she kept looking across the street. The fucking garage doors never opened. Maybe … Continue reading

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