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

Out of the darkness and into the light... and what a bright light Jennaca has! Not to mention John might have found a way to keep her from talking so much... John stared at the beautiful young woman. He struggled to keep his eyes above her tight half-shirt that was filled to bursting. He ignored the urges his infernal nature pushed at him to look for the southwestern winds to blow her loin cloth to the side so he could glimpse her tanned thighs and more. "John?" Jennaca asked. "Did you hear me?" "You... you want me to use my powers on you?" She grinned and nodded. "I met you— all of you— for a reason. I don't know the reason, but I have to believe this will help me. Before now I've spent my life learning and practicing and preparing. I've never met someone like you before... your powers sound so exciting and, well, fun! You're a very handsome man too, perhaps even more pleasing to look on than Uncle Garrick or my king." Zynga ro

The following chapter involves a threesome with BDSM elements. All of the scenes are consensual. * * * * * The rest of the weekend remained uninteresting. And when Monday came, it was back to our routine of waking up, working and sleeping. But this time, we went to the office prepared. Zoey and I had to control our urges and figure out whom the hell were the ones snapping photos of us having sex, but that is just easier said than done. And, since I occupy a position of leadership, I was called in to the weekly meeting we have after the weekend. The atmosphere on the conference room was quite heavy. There were lots of rumors about employees using the facilities to indulge in their carnal desires. The Chief Human Resources Officer confirmed the rumors, and was adamant on her mission to stop that kind of behavior. She did have a fun time giving her angry speech, reciting the codes of ethics of the company and repeating that this behavior isn't tolerated within the facilities. She ha

If her anus can take a cock, she might be able to join a convent, and he'll finally have the house to himself. A short story set in the world of my novel, Rise of the Church: Zadie's Journey. This story is a work of fiction. It is pure fantasy, and I condone only safe, consensual sex in real life. Please enjoy! Preparing Her Anus 'I'll get it,' said Izzy, jumping up to answer the door. It was a delivery man. 'Could I get you to sign for this?' 'A parcel? How exciting!' she said, attempting an approximation of her signature on his electronic device. 'Ah, it's arrived,' said the man of the house as she returned to the living room. 'What is it?' she asked, studying the box. 'It says it's from the church.' 'Open it and see.' 'It's like Christmas,' she said with a curious smile. The man watched her smile disappear as she revealed the contents. 'It's about time you got started.' She stared

I recently moved to a new area. I walked a lot because it was my way of staying in shape. I walked through the alley for a shortcut mostly. This little fat dog would run up to the gate and lazily bark at me and return to the back porch. One day the owner of the dog came out as he barked. She was an older woman, grayish hair slim build, but under her patchwork type dress I could tell she had nice curves and her tits seemed nice and round for her age. "I'm sorry" she said. "He barks at everything". "It's ok" I replied. As she smiled, I noticed she seemed like an older hippie type, her slender build, her straight hair, but her hips seemed nice and wide, and her unbuttoned dress revealed some space between her breast that aroused me. "I'm Jay". She shot back, "I'm Sarah and my dog is little socks". We shook hands over the fence her hands were soft, we smiled at each and I was on my way. Each day she seemed to time my walk

Note: This was written several years ago. I recently discovered it in my document archive and thought it seemed appropriate, given the increase in working from home during 2020. ------------ "Come here." I look up from my computer and realize it is nearly lunchtime. David is working from home today, and I wonder if he's hungry, yet. Maybe he wants to go out for lunch today? We don't get the chance to eat without the kids very often. I have lots of errands to run out for later, but it had been nice to have a morning at home. I head out to the kitchen to see what he wants. He's poking around in the refrigerator, and comes up with a bag of carrots. This puzzles me a bit, since he's usually pretty protein-oriented about food. Then I catch a glimpse of the mischief in his eyes. "Took you long enough." He points to the kitchen table. "Go lean over the table and raise your skirt." He smirks, looking at my khaki capri pants. "Oh, gee, you&