Wendy's Descent into Submission Ch. 01

Author's note: This story is built on situations and characters developed in previous chapters. I woke up slowly, the feeling of my wife in my arms comforting as we spooned together on the bed. I could feel the head of my already hard dick being teased where it stuck between her legs, the heat and wetness of her pussy erotic as she lay on her side, one leg cocked back towards and over mine so that her legs were slightly spread. It was still dark in the room with the only light coming from under the bathroom door illuminating anything in the room. I could hear the shower running and my sleepy brain slowly started to question my situation. "Lacy?" I whispered quietly into the ear of the woman I was holding, suddenly realizing that it might not, in fact, be my wife. "Uh uh. Trudy," she whispered back, twisting her head far enough to give me a gentle kiss. "Lacy is in the shower. She said she'd stay in there until you joined her so you could finish any

One night, during the wet Spring of 2013, I felt frustrated in some areas of my life: job, study and sex. I was between partners, and the online scene was not yielding any results in terms of the latter. Online porn was doing nothing to satisfy my growing urges. The two bars close to where I lived had no possibilities, and I gave serious consideration to visiting a local brothel but could not summon the courage. Bored at home, I decided to jump on the train and traipse around the city for a few hours. As I stepped out the door, I distinctly smelled rain in the air and saw the ominous thunderheads above me. By the time I reached the station, the first rain bombs were falling. It was going to be a wet Saturday evening in the CBD. During the fifteen-minute journey to Flinders Street Station, the rain picked up in ferocity, and an entire storm was raging by the time I arrived. This development added an extra degree of funk to the way I felt. Given that it was October, I expected the weat

Exhibition Girl Part 3 The next day, Jessica woke late, with a terrific hangover. As a special treat, Daddy delivered breakfast to her in bed: orange juice, a Tylenol for her headache, hot buttered toast, a fluffy omelet, and an apple sliced thin, just the way she liked it. She kissed him in gratitude and propped herself up, the tray balanced on her lap. "It's going to be a strenuous evening, Baby Girl." Daddy threw open the curtains, letting in sunlight. "I want you to rest as much as possible." "What will happen this evening?" she asked, popping the pill and gulping it down with the juice. She was never drinking hard alcohol again. "Nothing you cannot bear," he answered. "I'll brief you before our guests arrive. Meanwhile, you're to take it easy. Rest, read, write, take a long bath -- whatever you want, except giving yourself an orgasm." His eyes gleamed. "Come evening, you will be on trial, honey." He refused

Steve got up early as he usually does on workdays, showered, and left for work, at the hospital, he is a surgeon. I got up about an hour later and got ready to head in also. I am a doctor too, but I do research, so I can go in later than Steve. As I showered, I noticed the queen of spades tattoo on my ankle. It brought a smile to my face. There is only one thing I love more than Steve, that is, fucking with his mind. As a sex researcher, I learned years ago that sex is 5% physical and 95% mental. The mind fuck is the thing that makes the sexual act exciting and amazing. Anyone can rub themselves to orgasm and get a physical release, but nothing is like getting the mental release also. Normally, I would have removed my tattoo in the shower, but instead, today, it was going to stay on. I got dressed in a skirt and nice blouse. I popped on some ankle high booties, that make my legs look sexy. I looked down to find the just the top of the tattoo peaked out from the top of my boots. If I

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long to post. I've had some issues with migraines, but I'm doing much better now! I hope you enjoy. *** When Jacob woke up the next morning, he was contemplative. Looking at the beautiful woman sleeping next to him was a bit of bliss. He was sore, and he was afraid he wasn't going to be able to use that free use coupon he'd promised to use today. But then Amanda let out a little sleepy moan, rolling over and pressing her lips to his dick through his underwear. He started to stiffen despite himself. But, instead of letting her wake him up the way he liked best, he slid his hand into her hair and pulled her up. "Free use today, Amanda," he said softly, before kissing her. She kissed him back with a lot of heat. He chuckled and pulled away, making her pout. "The past couple days have awoken your libido," Jacob commented to her, his thumb running over a hard, bare nipple. She moaned softly, eyes lidding gently. "

The village of Cromarty, on Scotland's east coast, 2065... Fort George's defences were as complete as they were ever going to be. Certainly they could dig the pits deeper, sharpen the stakes sharper, prepare more bark pitch or wind the torsion springs on their mangonels tighter. But what good would it do? As long as their defence force didn't neglect daily training, they'd be ready for anything. Ada Beech had barely slept in almost three days organising it all, and it had been her Aunt Merida who'd eventually ordered her to take a day off. "Your problem is Ada, you're too much like your mother and your Uncle Ross. You don't know how to delegate," Merida had told her, as Ada had come trudging like a zombie down off Fort George's ramparts, barely able to lift her feet. She'd been ferried home across the Moray Firth to Jessamy Beech's cottage in Cromarty and told in no uncertain terms to rest. Ada squinted bleary eyed out from under the