Secretary

I woke up when my phone chimed, it was a text from my boss. “We need to move this morning’s meeting to my house, do not wear a dress.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I had been trying to get this guy naked for months, ever since I started working for him. He was so fucking sexy and I just had to have him. Every time I was with him, listening to him, writing down notes, I was distracted with my thoughts. I imagined running my hands down his muscular chest while my mouth was licking his cock like a melting popsicle. Continue reading “Secretary”

A Girl’s Gift

An unwanted baby girl was born in a small village within a large kingdom. She was born with a unique ability. She could taste the past. As an infant nursing at her mother’s breasts she could see, in her mind, a man suckling from the same nipples. When she was old enough to drink her first glass of milk, she saw her father bent over the family goat with his pants down and his hands reaching underneath, tugging on the teats. Continue reading “A Girl’s Gift”

A Perfect Morning

I walk through his front door and see him sitting on his leather couch, smiling, completely naked and waiting for me. I slip off my shoes and force myself to walk instead of run across the room to climb in his lap. His kisses are hungry and his face scratchy. He pulls my shirt off and tosses it aside, my bra following it. He pulls me close and encloses my nipple with his mouth. As I watch him gently sucking I run my hands through his hair, down his neck, across his broad shoulders. He switches to the other nipple and I can’t help but moan at the feeling. Continue reading “A Perfect Morning”

Fifty-three

 

Fifty-three spankings. That’s what he promised me as punishment for my disrespect. A black and purple ass is what I woke up with. It hurts to sit down, and every time I do, I remember thinking that his spankings were light compared to what I was used to. After about twenty I realized why he wasn’t hitting me with all his strength. He didn’t need to. The continuous impact of his palm on my bare skin was all that was necessary. Continue reading “Fifty-three”

Good Dog

The minute I walk in the door, you order me to strip and get on my hands and knees. The hardwood floor hurts my bare skin but I know better than to speak up. I keep my eyes down wondering what plans you have for me. I hear you pick something up off the table. You push my hair aside and I feel the cold weight of a metal collar being wrapped around my neck. Then I hear a click and feel myself being tugged forward. “Come on girl, let’s go outside.” Continue reading “Good Dog”