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To Serve Only Her

All characters are over 18. Some of them may even be over the age of 30. This is a little long, but it is a single story with an ending. If you read to the finish, you will be rewarded. Chapter 1 Let it be said that I do not mind hard work. Ever since I was just a girl, I found that I must keep my hands occupied. It is like a thirst, to sit idle and useless until a task comes that demands your attention. Then you are filled with purpose, you are given meaning in this world instead of being the empty vessel that is the human body. When I met my mistress that is how I felt, that I had been useless for too long, and she, with all her needs and demands, would fill me up. Perhaps because I had no siblings to play with, I spent more time with my elders. My parents worked tirelessly from dawn to dusk; my father laboring as a cobbler and my mother as a seamstress. They would spend hours making a creation of perfection for all the nobles in our land, lauded with praise for their finery. When

Dragon Lady

I had spent the morning lounging behind my desk, contemplating various pressing problems; unpaid bills, minuscule bank balance, serious dearth of clients, chronic lack of sex. My last job had been five days ago. A worried wife, who I'd found out had every reason to be worried. However, it had taken me just over half a day to establish what her philandering husband was getting up to and with whom. Job done. My fee for this amazing feat of detection had covered about half of last month's outstanding office rent. To try to do something about the first three problems, I was toying with the idea of ringing around the insurance companies and solicitors who had employed me in the past to see if they had any work on hand. Then fate played its decisive hand. And it came in the shape of the Dragon Lady. I spotted her shadow on the frosted glass office door, the one with Balfour Investigations stencilled on it. She opened it and stepped inside. Ugly was not an unflattering description.

Aunt Cathy Ch. 05

After everything that happened with Stephanie and Amanda, I went back to the pool and hung out, exchanging looks here and there with Lily, Aunt KK, and Aunt Cathy. All three were pregnant. And so was my mom. I had to get my mom and Aunt Cathy to tell each other. We hung out a while, swimming and talking and having a good time. Then as afternoon turned into evening, everyone left. As my mom and I left I gave Aunt Cathy a hug and she whispered, "Text me." We got in the car and my mom looked happy. I was relieved. I really wanted her to be happy. We held hands like school kids on the way home. We got home and my mom went to relax, and I went to my room. When I got there, I texted Aunt Cathy. What time will you be alone tonight I played a video game, shooting zombies mindlessly until she texted me back a while later. The girls are leaving soon to go to friends. I'll text you when the coast is clear. I sent back a thumbs up. Now I needed to get a plan for tonight. I texted A

You Only C.U.M Once (Pt. 03)

Miriam St. Jane didn't know how she'd gotten as lucky as she was. She just knew that, at this moment, there was nothing she wouldn't do for the woman in bed with her. Her palms slid along the other woman's back and her mouth opened in a quiet, eager moan as she arched her back. The only thing that silenced her pleasure was the pressure of the woman's palm closing around her mouth, holding her shut -- even as her lips worked to draw and even more eager moan from Miriam's body. The woman was sucking on her nipples as if Miriam was made of spun sugar, and the attention was driving the young coed absolutely wild. And to think, the evening had started off so normally. Miriam St. Jane had been walking to her private dormitories from her class on how to exploit intersectional feminism for economic means when she had heard the liquid warm voice crooning from the shadows. "Well, well, well, are you Miriam St. Jane? Of the St. Janes?" A darkly tempting smile h

Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 03

This story is part of a series, and I highly recommend reading from the beginning. I am not a great writer and have mild dyslexia, so I apologies if my spelling and grammar are not perfect (i'm also from the UK so there are plenty of non American spellings), hopefully it doesn't take away from the story. I spent most of the time writing this leaking into my pants, I hope this gets you off as much as it does me. ------------------------------------------------------- Slowly stirring from my sleep, I stretched under the covers and a pleasant sensation spread across my torso, remembering what I was wearing when I went to bed I smiled at the caress of the fabric on my skin. It was a strangely comforting feeling, the pressure from the bra, panties and nightie felt like being held gently. Peeling off the duvet I stepped into the room and was greeted by the mess from the night before. The lingerie I'd been wearing lay strewn on the floor, it was heavily soiled and would absolute