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It's past three and I should be asleep. Hell, after what He put me through, I should be exhausted. But I’m not. I ache and I am tender but, even in lingering pain, my body basks in orgasmic afterglow. With such conflicting sensations coursing through me, I cannot hope to sleep.

It’s often like this for me.

So, I lay next to Him as He sleeps. Perhaps I ought to be angry or jealous of His repose, but I simply do not feel those things. Listening to Him breathe gives me comfort. I draw strength from knowing He is there. I also know He won't easily wake. I can touch Him without fear of disturbing His slumber. Sometimes, I put my hand on His chest simply to feel the strength of His heartbeat.

I smile into the dark. For all my trouble finding sleep, He has no problem at all. I sigh in contentment. He has earned His rest tonight and I’m used to a solitary vigil.

Friday is often the night He sets aside for my needs. He takes my son to my mother’s house so there’s no chance of my little boy hearing his mother scream. It would be bad enough for him to walk in and see me having sex. That’s a fear parents share — but to find me bound and naked on the bed with my man poised to strike me with the whip or crop? No, that would be unthinkable. Better he is safely gone before we delve into the darker side of my sexual desires.

By midday, I knew this night would be a trial. My man had a different look in his eye. The hint of something predatory in His usually passive gaze told me I was in for a long evening. I couldn’t fathom what rule I’d violated but that subtle threat was enough to set my body tingling and turn my pussy into a hot, sticky mess.

By the time He loaded my son into the car, I was certain He could smell my arousal. He kissed me and, using the car's door as a shield, squeezed my ass before whispering, "Be ready for me." Although softly spoken, those four words demonstrated the iron command of His authority. As the car pulled away, my knees became weak and shivers raced up my spine.

With ritualistic care, I bathed with jasmine-scented soap and shaved my legs so that my olive skin might glow in candlelight. I used a fresh razor to ensure I was free of even the slightest wisp of pubic fuzz. He would expect me to be completely smooth. Being in that state also ensured I was as sensitive as possible, but that was a purely selfish thought and one I would be foolish to reveal.

Bathing always gives me time to contemplate what is to come. I rarely know how He judged my behavior for the week. I do know — whether He chooses the pleasure of my toys or the discipline of the crop or strap — it will be... intense.

It shames me — well, almost — to admit my secret hope for the latter. I have a longing for pain and I clenched my thighs at the thought He might judge me deserving of punishment. Memories of the sting keep me wet and I sometimes disobey so He might make my ass red and angry. In those times, a good portion of my back and thighs often share the same rosy hue before He is done with my torment. Only then does He use me to sate His masculine needs. Sucking in a breath, I sponged my legs, thinking how it all feels.

It is going to hurt: I have no delusions. Pain is pain, and whether it is inflicted as corporal punishment or as part of a kinky sexual game, it hurts. The glory is how it calms me, removes stress, and arouses me like nothing else can. The pleasure is incredibly intense, creating a sense of euphoria I can barely explain.

Those thoughts made my belly flutter with need. My nipples hardened into dark buds and my pussy oozed with desire. I longed to rub my clit and steal an orgasm before He returned, but Master has a standing order forbidding me this pleasure as my time approaches.

Clean and dry, I applied makeup. Not much, only enough to make me feel sexy. Mascara highlights my expressive eyes and He loves it when tears run down my cheeks in thick, dark streaks.

My pampering complete, I wrapped my petite frame in a robe and awaited his return. During such times, my discipline falters. That night, I contemplated meeting Him at the door, perhaps on my knees, to welcome Him home. He, no doubt, would have seen such independent thinking as a challenge, but I might have done it anyway but for the text He sent:

'I'll be home in five, Cottontail. I want you naked and face-down on the bed, a gag in your mouth and a pillow under your hips'.

"Oh, my God.” My heart leapt into my throat as I sprinted to our room. Quickly, I hung my robe and retrieved the ball-gag from our toy drawer. Wetting my lips, I studied the purple ball and its leather straps. Wearing this meant He expected me to scream. Fingers trembling, I fastened the straps behind my head. With the ball firmly between my teeth, I placed a thick pillow on the bed and laid face down. Then, I waited for Him to find me…

As my allotted time expired, He entered our home and, through the open bedroom door, I heard Him moving about in the living areas. This went on for several minutes, but the sounds remained muffled. He was testing my patience, making me wait. As difficult as it was, I remained still. Going to Him or calling out would add disobedience to my list of transgressions.

Eventually, He entered the bedroom. Passively as I could, I watched Him standing in the doorway, gazing down upon me. I was sure the only movement He could detect was the rise and fall of my chest as I breathed deeply.

I often wondered how He felt when He saw me like this: my small and compact body, nude and vulnerable, waiting nervously for Him to do those things I've begged Him to do. Now, at this moment, was He truly trying to unnerve me? Or simply enjoying the erotic sight of my submission?

"Damn, Tori, you are such a beautiful little thing. How badly am I going to have to mark you tonight, eh? I have to tell you, Cottontail, I've come to enjoy making you writhe."

Being gagged, I couldn’t answer but the needy look in my eyes must have told Him all He wanted to know. Taking off His shirt, exposing heavily tattooed arms and chest, He tossed it aside. Master is a very large man and His skin rippled as He flexed muscular arms. God, I love watching Him do that. He is an incredibly sexy man.

Approaching my side of the bed, Master ran fingertips up my thigh, feathering them over my firm, clenched ass. Even under this gentle touch, I couldn't help but tremble.

Master smiled. "Are you afraid?" He asked, His fingers chasing a shiver up my spine.

I could only nod.

“Good. You really should be… this time."

His soft voice trailed off without further explanation. His gentle demeanor calmed me, but those two words, “this time” carried a threat. The raw anticipation had my body reacting to His loving caress as if it might instantly turn into white-hot pain. I cringed and squirmed at every gentle contact, but I should have known better than to expect such an obvious change. Master has become very deliberate with our ritual and rarely allows me to predict what He might do next.

I watched Him, anxiously gauging His movements for some sign He would begin. He lit candles as He circled me, leaving a trail of yellow flames in his wake. After a moment, He shook His head and pulled a length of black cloth from a pocket.

"This won't do. I can't have you watching me, can I? It might ruin the mood."

A moan escaped my gagged lips.

“Shush.”

He looped the blindfold over my head and secured it over my eyes. Usually, He used white gauze for this, leaving me to make out vague shapes and shadows dancing in the candlelight. It was something I found almost more frightening than being blind because I could see a burning candle poised to drip hot wax onto my sensitive breasts or thighs. This time I wouldn’t see anything.

I still heard Him moving about the room but had no way of knowing what He was doing. His touch was warm as it traveled over my body, rubbing me gently. Then, as a hand slid down my right leg, He lifted my ankle and kissed my heel with tender care. He was lulling me into a peaceful state but my heart pounded. That's when I felt a rope being looped around my ankle.

I tried to resist, but He held me in His iron grasp until I felt the knot bite into my flesh. God, I longed to watch, but I could see nothing. My hands were free — but, if I pulled off the blindfold, I would pay dearly for that disrespect. This may sound strange considering how much I needed His discipline, but part of the game is trying not to give him a reason to punish me. I wouldn't be whipped without cause. Unless He could find some way that I’ve failed or disobeyed, His hand would be stayed.

So far, in the two years we've been letting this drama play out, I've never avoided at least a mild spanking.

At this time, I wasn't sure what He was doing. He’d tightened the knot securely around my leg, but there was no tension at all on the rope. I could still draw my ankles together, denying Him access to my most tender places. That would be both a blessing and a curse.

If that was His plan, I would be receiving no pleasure in reward for my obedience. That thought forced me to whimper. When He walked around and lifted my left ankle, I tried not to resist. Quickly, He tied a similar knot. To my relief, I found rather than being held together, I could open wide. I assumed the rope had been threaded under the mattress and I was spread completely open and vulnerable to anything he might want to do to me.

I struggled, testing my freedom of movement, and I shivered when I realized my pussy and ass were invitingly open to Him. I gripped the sheets with white-knuckled force. When a hand slid up my inner thigh, inching toward my dripping cunt, I couldn't suppress the moan from my breast. Raising my hips, I pulled back to my knees, hoping to bring His touch to my wet and mewling kitty.

I heard Him chuckle at my frustration while His fingers spread and passed around my mound without touching it. I whimpered again, begging for the touch I so desperately craved. That's when His palm landed hard on my ass.

“Unnnh," I screamed through my gag as a second hard swat landed on my exposed pussy. I gasped and squirmed and might have rolled away had my ankles not been so tightly secured. I was shocked and didn’t know what I’d done to provoke Him. I began to curl up when His commanding voice broke through my confusion.

"Did I tell you to rise up on your knees, slut? You know the rules. Yet, with one single touch, I've got you forgetting yourself and squirming all over the bed."

Realizing my mistake, I quickly lay flat again with that damn pillow raising my ass. I feared He would spank me again, but He put my wrists together. I froze as they were tied to the headboard with several loops of cord. Pulled taut, I winced as He stretched me until I was unable to move. I couldn't even begin to roll over and my breasts were crushed into the sheets.

"There, that should keep you where I want you. You won't be running away on me now, will you, Cottontail?"

The ropes cut into my skin and the more I pulled on them, the deeper they bit. I shook my head in acceptance that I was completely at His mercy.

Moments later, I heard Him slide open our toy drawer. Some were meant to provide me with great pleasures, others used to inflict a frightening amount of pain. This was the moment of truth. I hoped He would bring out one of our vibrators — but I whined at the sharp sound of something cutting through the air.

A surge of panic rushed over me as fear of that sound pulsed through my body. I whined again, uselessly squirming as He ran the leather end of the riding crop up my inner thigh. It's cold, rough texture felt stark and unforgiving against my tender flesh. My chest tightened and my breath refused to come as I became torn between fear of the coming pain and my deep-seated need to feel it mark my skin.

I was trembling and the words, Oh, fuck, no. Please don't hit me there, screamed in my mind when he tapped the crop on my cunt. I wanted the scream to become real, but my heaving chest refused to expel my breath, and only a garbled groan escaped my gagged mouth.

For several long moments, He teased my pussy until I was panting with lust. I became confused — how should my body show my torment? — but soon I was rolling my hips toward those rapid taps despite the sting burning into my cunt. I was becoming crazed with a need to come and I ground my clit into the pillow beneath me.

I became obsessed with achieving orgasm as Master allowed me to debase myself for a few wonderful moments. But, before it could rise in my belly, He lashed me hard across my thighs. Gasping, I froze, feeling an angry red line searing into my supple skin.

Master pressed the length of the crop on my ass. "Enough grinding, you little slut. I don't want you coming yet."

My thighs burned from the crop and I whined in despair as much from being commanded to stop as from the sting. Master scraped the coarse leather up my spine to my neck. There, he tapped again.

"So, have you been a good little slut this week?”

The question was couched in softness, belying the harsh reality of my position. For a brief moment, I couldn't process it. But the severity of my correction told me He’d already decided I hadn't. His false tenderness could only mean He wanted to push me to my limits. I wriggled as my fear asserted itself, and I nodded my head, claiming as best I could that I had been a good slut.

I couldn't think of any rule I'd broken or any other way I'd failed Him. I had no idea where He was going with this. I waited nervously while He studied me. Then I flinched and cried out as He slapped the crop against my dripping slit.

"Did you make yourself cum this week? You claimed to be having your period. Did that keep you from dipping your fingers into your wet, little slit?"

Oh my god, I had! Fearfully, I nodded yes, admitting my shame to Him, even though He’d never given me a command to restrain myself or deny my needs during that time. I searched my mind, but couldn't fathom how He could use this against me.

Master must have been expecting this response. Chuckling, He fingered the crease of my ass before continuing. "You made yourself come, didn't you? Yet all week, I had to keep my hands off you. Do you think that was fair? Was that something a 'good girl' would do to her Master?"

With each word, he struck my pussy with the crop, making me squeal as the painful sting burned into my tender and puffy flesh.

"You've been reading dirty stories and playing with my pussy all week, but what of me? I am your man and your Master, and you made me jerk off like a lonely teenager."

Shit! What could I do? I couldn't even speak.

He'd found His reason and I knew what I'd feel next. The crop tapped harder along my thighs until He raised it — and swatted my ass! The stiff shaft bit mercilessly into my skin and I jerked at its burning touch. He'd let me have it hard and my heart pounded as I realized what I’d brought upon myself.

"You do have a sexy ass, Cottontail," he said in a deceptively calm tone. "I was entranced by it the first time I saw you. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I’d fucked that tight little hole. I must say, I never get tired of making you squeal."

A cold fluid poured into my crease as Master spoke, and I felt the smooth end of a butt plug push between my cheeks. “I'm going to fuck this ass tonight, but I want you nice and loose when I do."

It was so humiliating to lay there while He worked that bulbous plug into my hole. I felt it stretching me as the increasing thickness squeezed up me. I wanted to kick my legs, but the ropes held them tight. "Ugh, fuck," I groaned as the widest part passed through my ring.

Master twisted it several times until it was wedged firmly in my butt. Despite my humiliation, I felt my cunt flood.

"Mmm, yes, you do have an amazing ass. What do you think, Cottontail, should I make it hot for you?"

Master paused, giving me the opportunity to use my safe word. Part of me wanted to utter that word and escape my torment. I was terrified at what He planned and my ass was already on fire. But, despite my fear and pain, my blood was running hot and my arousal urged me to embrace the punishment.

Master knows me well and sighed as my eyes became clear and determined. "You don't have to go through this, Cottontail. Tap out now. Admit you can't take it and I'll cut you loose. Come on, Tori, say the word. Otherwise, I am going to do terrible things to you."

Even after two years of playing this game, Master was still reluctant to be the aggressive Dom I need. He genuinely wanted me to give in. The temptation was powerful. It's unbelievably difficult to lay there, knowing what's coming and still accept it. But, whatever my fear, I had a deep resolve to show Him how strong I could be. To make Him proud of me and to let Him know how much I desire to be His in every way. I surrendered to my fate, resting my head on the bed and waiting for Him to do as he pleased.

“No? You really want this?"

Despite His concern, I sensed He was aroused by my submission. His usual desire to protect me was succumbing to a more feral and dark desire to see me suffer. His tone changed, a predatory edge creeping into His words.

"I'm telling you, little girl, I am in a mood tonight. The thought of fucking your sexy little body while you cry and beg me to untie you is making me hard. One way or another, I'm going to break you tonight. You’ll beg me to stop. You might as well start now."

I clenched my hands and the urge to struggle was there — but, deep down, I needed Him to do this. I needed to be hurt, to release my stress and fears with screams. I closed my eyes and relaxed, demonstrating my refusal to give in.

I felt a hand caress the soft rise of my bottom and fresh dampness appeared in my sex. I longed for His hand to slide lower and tease my petals, but that was something I was still to be denied. There was a swish and another stinging blow landed across my ass. Searing pain lanced me and I jerked, helpless to protect my tender flesh. Undaunted and without mercy, Master laid another hard blow across my thighs.

I kept my face buried in the sheets, wincing and crying as He flogged me again and again. Strange as it may sound, I’m really not a tough girl. Even a paper cut can make me cry, but in the heat of all my punishment, the pain begins to feel so very different.

My chest heaved and tears filled my eyes as the blows struck my quivering legs, my ass, and my back. After a dozen or more hard strikes, He stopped and slid His finger into my drooling cunt.

The sudden intrusion shot through me like a hot iron, shocking me to my core. I tensed at the wonderful sensation of being penetrated and I groaned in agonized pleasure as He fingered me, pumping my hole as deeply as He could reach. I clenched and clasped His finger as it moved in and out of me. His caresses sang like angels in my mind, battling the demons of my pain, and I held them close as my defense against the agony of my welts. When He withdrew and slid His wet finger over my clit, the pain and pleasure melted and merged in the heat of my arousal. I was lost in His touch and I would have wrapped my arms around Him had I been able to move.

"We're not done by a long shot, you little slut,” He whispered while caressing away my whimpers. "You've done well so far and you've earned your relief."

With one hand softly petting my burning bum, He rubbed His finger over my clit, spreading my wetness until His touch felt as soft and wet as a tongue. I writhed against His hand, drawing as much relief from Him rubbing away my pain as I did from being so expertly fingered.

Tears streaked my cheeks and I was sniffling away my cries when I felt my orgasm coiling in my belly. Desperately, I tried to push my pussy against his fingers, needing him to bring me to the apex of my need — but he abruptly stopped.

“Oh, fuck, no,’' I mumbled through my gag and heard Master's evil laugh.

"You wanted to fuck that pillow so badly? Well, do it. I'll watch while you make yourself come, but you’d better hurry before I decide you need a little more encouragement." He tapped the crop on my calf and I shamelessly ground my cunt onto the pillow.

The pillowcase felt rough against my tender clit but I rolled my hips faster and faster. I no longer cared how pathetic or slutty I appeared. My need to come overwhelmed me and I humped it like a crazed and pathetic slut. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my clit until I erupted in a rolling bliss that shook me like an earthquake. I trembled, twitched, and pulsed and drooled around my gag as I came. Even as I quivered, I continued grinding, hoping to ride through yet another powerful release.

Then I realized that Master was caressing me while my orgasm raged. He urged me on with sweet whispers until I eventually lay panting. In a dull, post-orgasmic haze, I felt the gag being loosened and the saliva-soaked ball fell from my mouth. Next to go was the blindfold and I was warmed by the look of pride on his face.

"Thank you," I whispered as he stood next to the bed. "Thank you for letting me come for you."

”You earned it, Cottontail. You’re amazing. But we haven't finished yet.”

I then noticed that Master had removed all His clothes. His body was hard and sexy, His cock hanging like a great pendulum, swaying between His thighs when He moved. Though my jaw was aching, my mouth watered at the thought of His taste.

”No, Sir, I don't expect that we are. I’m yours and I accept anything you wish to do to me.”

Master paused. I’d clearly surprised him and a dangerous smirk replaced his smile. ”You do? Really, Cottontail, that is a bold statement. Anything I want?”

I was still tied to the bed and Master drew his fingers over my ass as he spoke. Dipping his fingers to my plug, He slowly revolved it.

Relaxing, I accepted this intimate violation without complaint. ”Anything, Sir. Anything at all,” I repeated. ”You can fuck me any way you want, in any hole you want. Or, you can hurt me until I scream, and I will thank you for it. I belong to you.”

As I spoke, He moved His fingers to my cunt and stroked my sensitive clit. The pleasurable heat soothed my aches and had I not been so lulled, I might have been more careful with my words. But I was floating in subspace by then and completely at His mercy.

I whimpered in relief while He released my bindings. That done, Master removed the pillow from under me and I rolled on my back, still buzzing from the conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure dancing over my skin.

Master fisted His cock, slowly stroking until it was erect. My heart drummed wildly as He climbed onto the bed. I hoped to suck Him, or feel that raging monster in my dripping cunt, but He stood on the bed, towering over me.

“You are mine, yes? And I can do anything I want. Isn't that what you said?”

His cock pointed at me and I struggled to understand where this was going. Nevertheless, I nodded, letting Him know I was His to use. It was then He grunted and a hot, golden stream splashed my breasts.

I was stunned and humiliated, but the raw intimacy of His urine raining on me was a thrill beyond belief. It was surprisingly hot, and as his stream poured over my cleavage and ran up to my throat. I opened my mouth, determined to accept his fluid as a reward for my obedience.

It was an incredible sight. His stream glistened in the candlelight and splashed over my skin like a hot shower. I watched in rapture as He changed aim until it was flowing into my mouth.

The acrid taste was powerful but not as unpleasant as I’d feared. At that moment, I felt liberated, as if I’d given him all of myself, and I arched my back under the last of His flow, offering my total acceptance of his Domination. It was the most intimate feeling I’d ever known. Dribbling piss from my mouth, I saved a small portion and drank it, His essence thus becoming a part of me.

Afterward, I felt strangely euphoric. You might believe being flogged and so thoroughly used would be a wholly unpleasant experience. The truth is, it creates an afterglow that enhances my post-orgasmic bliss. At times like that, I feel detached from my pain. It brings me peace and makes me feel so very loved.

Having Him touch me afterward in such gentle ways draws me to Him. In those moments, I feel most submissive to my man: the pain and humiliation are done for me rather than to me.

While His decision to add a golden shower caught us both by surprise, it didn’t quench our passion. Master was rough in taking me that night, but by the time He was spent, my entire being was humming with almost supernatural peace.

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The Golden Orb

Synopsis: An 18 year old high-school student, named Sam, and his girlfriend Jane find a strange, magical, golden orb, which grants them wishes. The girlfriend uses the magical orb to turn her boyfriend into her feminine transsexual girlfriend. What are her intentions and how will this affect Sam's life? Disclaimers and warnings: This story is a piece of fiction intended for an adult audience. If you are below the legal age of an adult in your country you better leave this...

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Golden Ball

The Golden Ball THE GOLDEN BALL(by [email protected])    ?Oh, blest are they who beheld these last years and breathed their autumnal air full of rot and corruption! But twice blest is he who suffered the touch of their knowing, sinful flesh...???????????? ? From a medieval manuscript kept at the abbey of St. Colomannus.    1. One cold evening in late October, 1785, an open coach rattled along the dark and narrow Parisian streets, its wheels disturbing the chilly fog that crept over the...

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Golden GuardChapter 5

Roberta - Hanging Around It was all right for Paula! Of course Roberta still loved the little girl It was just that she was somewhat jealous of her right now. Here poor old Roberta was, in yet another fine old mess, and Paula was OK - as per usual! These days it always seemed to be alright for Paula! There was lucky old Paula sitting in a nice warm cave being befriended by the bandit leader while she languished in the bitter freezing cold. How did that girl do it? Why was it always she,...

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Golden GuardChapter 14

PAULA On this particular morning, when Beatrice and Jenny were brawling over the maid, Lily, and Roberta was once more inside the Palace confines, Lady Paula had slept poorly for some reason and kept yawning. The Queen was sinking faster these days and the King, or Teddy, as she had learned familiarly to call him in the last few months, was at the poor lady's bedside a great deal, waiting for the end, which could not long be delayed. Although a loving and attentive husband in his wife's...

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Golden Wind

I feel the desert winds blow across my face as I scan the sea of dunes. The sun overhead has risen to its zenith, and the land burns under its glare. I subtly adjust my hood to give my face more protection in the shadows. I turn away from the railing and look across the deck once more. This ship, the Golden Wind, has been my home for the last six years. I first joined the crew before I had come of age, looking to escape a life I didn’t want at home. I have since sailed the endless deserts upon...

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Golden Chains in Sherazad Chapter 5

Finally onto the nasty stuff, Kailya’s punishment may be extreme for some, I did try and avoid any blood letting (M/f, nc, inter, oral, anal, rape, humil, bdsm, tort) Secondly this is an adult story, if you are younger than eighteen DO NOT READ!!! If you liked it drop me an email [email protected] if not, fuck off. Chapter 5 : In Kalah’s Shadow Chandra galloped down the dark trade road, a cold sweat covered her brow. She had managed to surprise the guards at the slave camp...

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The Girl With The Golden Ring

Sunset. The evening burned with shades of autumn skies, purple and orange, rose and red. Blue blackness began creeping in from the hillside behind a shimmering pick up truck, accompanied by the trickling of an overrun creek bed some thirty paces south. When he bought this land almost ten years ago, he was only looking for something to give him credit. Since then, it had made him more of a man. So much of his life was about fighting destruction, he needed a place where he could return something...

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The Golden Needles of Madam Chu

The Golden Needles of Madam Chu I awoke to the stygian blackness that told our caveman ancestors that there were things in the dark waiting to devour them without a second thought; the kind of darkness that awakens our primal fears and leaves us shaking and dripping in sweat. As I gasped in a breath to release a scream unheard of since the time of dinosaurs, my breath caught in my throat, as a scent entered my nose. I choked on my unreleased scream as I recognized that scent; I was...

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The Golden Gloom RICH

THE GOLDEN GLOOM RICH by Emma Finn BEFORE THE CHANGE 1 JANE Ricky and I scrunched down in our seats when the couple emerged from the front door of their palatial manor house and walked to the BMW parked out front. There was still no way that we could be seen yet - there were fifty yards of drive down to the tall spiked gates - but it paid to be safe. Husband and wife; the couple exuded wealth and class but they were still too far away for a clear look. Their car had...

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The Golden Knot

The golden hills stretched further onward under the blue, cloud-dappled sky, the shining sun bringing a hallucinogenically sharp contrast to the trees and bushes against the meadows. As Candice ascended the hills, her sandaled feet crushing the daisies and buttercups that pebbled the grass, she could make out ahead of her, at last, the silhouette, clouded and still hazy, of the mountain kingdom she sought. The Staff of Readiness was gripped firmly in her right hand, giving to its owner that...

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Golden GuardChapter 2

ROBERTA IN DEEP TROUBLE - YET AGAIN! "TWENTY FIVE" OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT! The all too familiar lash came curling and whistling down again and another neat red line appeared as if by magic, joining the twenty four that had gone before, cutting transversely across the punishment hardened Roberta's leathery back. This one went from her right shoulder blade to her left buttock - and very pretty it looked too to the artistic Felicity, who took great pride in the decorative work she did on...

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Golden Comics

What’s so Golden about Golden Comics? Honestly, I saw the name and thought it was going to be a collection of pee fetish hentai, but it turns out the library is far more diverse than that. They’ve got a bit of that kinky, stinky wet stuff if that’s what you’re into, but I think the “Gold” in question is just a reference to the overall quality of the stash. The subtitle claims they’ve got The Best Porn Comics, and well, I wanted to lube up and see for myself just how true that was.If the joint’s...

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Golden Opportunities

Angelique had eventually arrived home from her long drive along the coast. She had expected Pierre to be at home when she got back, and when she found the house empty she nearly threw her teddies out of the pram.Angelique paced up and down the wet room, into the narrow corridor, and along the lounge to the balcony overlooking the cliffs. The clip-clop of her heels on the stone floors only made things worse. She dare not run the water for a drink.Her knickers had been placed on the washbasin for...

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Golden GuardChapter 4

"What are you doing in this dreadful place, Paula?" Roberta could hardly believe it was her darling Paula who had just loomed up out of the gloom., She had a vague memory of having last seen her when she was watching her being flogged to death - or so the subsequently disappointed Commandant had hoped - almost exactly one year ago. "I have been sent here by the King for a few weeks. I did him a favour and asked that I be allowed to see you. I shall be staying in one of the apartments in...

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Golden Vidyartha

Lillian made her way to the front of the class after the session was complete, taking care not to talk to the other students as she walked. Lillian was way too shy to even consider looking them in the eye, much less strike up a lively conversation. She was thinking off the fastest way to escape the talking crowds when she twisted her ankle, stumbling and teetering on the edge of the steps. ‘Shit!’ She blurted, her left hand pinwheeling almost comically. She would have taken a nasty fall, if a...

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Golden Ticket

Ok I got a sorta funny story..Few days ago I'm at a gas station...I'm next in line,and a insanely gorgeous young lady gets behind me..I tell her to go ahead cause she a female..And yes I still would of done that if she looked, bless her heart,like a "sea donkey"..But I also knew it was gonna be the proper way to check her out without being to creepy..Anyway she says go ahead cause I'm gonna be a minute I'm buying scratch offs..as she kinda steps up beside me to look at the selection under the...

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mature ladys golden nectar

this story is not mineSusan O'Malley loved the beach, the relaxed setting, the sun. And it was a great place for the sexy older gal to sit with a cooler full of cold chardonnay and get hammered. Susan loved her chardonnay on the beach.She was a silver-haired beauty of 65, slender build but strong from years of exercising, big brown eyes, an impressive chest that had given away somewhat to a saggy crease of wrinkles and tanned skin dipping into her cleavage, slim in the hips and long in the...

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golden nectar mature lady

this story is not mineSusan O'Malley loved the beach, the relaxed setting, the sun. And it was a great place for the sexy older gal to sit with a cooler full of cold chardonnay and get hammered. Susan loved her chardonnay on the beach.She was a silver-haired beauty of 65, slender build but strong from years of exercising, big brown eyes, an impressive chest that had given away somewhat to a saggy crease of wrinkles and tanned skin dipping into her cleavage, slim in the hips and long in the...

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The Golden Shower Virgin Part 2 Anyas Bottom

By RayneDor When I Anya discovered she enjoyed peeing on me as much I enjoyed being peed on it didn’t exactly mean that the flood-gates were open for me (so to speak). In fact, Anya took pleasure in doling out that particular favor only at odd, seemingly random times. As with the rest of our sex-life, she is always the one who decides when, where and how we will play, and making me wait for something is clearly part of the excitement for her. When Anya wants sex she will frequently announce the...

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Golden Locks And The Three Bear Sisters

Golden Locks And The Three Bear Sisters Formally known as Goldilocks and The Three Bears Players: Chuck, nicknamed Golden Locks for his curly blond hair; Sam, Chuck's best friend; Paula Bear, Mona Bear and Brenda Bear also known in wrestling as the Bear Sisters. Synopsis: Chuck is a huge fan of the huge sisters that wrestle as a tag team known as the Bear Sisters. A big enough fan to throw caution to the wind when he discovers they live near by. He missed a chance one night to get...

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The golden orb Part 2

Synopsis: This story is a direct continuation of my story "The golden orb," It is advised that you read the first installment beforehand to understand what little plot is happening. If you are just looking to read some story with a lot of sex scenes though you might enjoy this even without reading the first part I guess.The story further follows Sam and Jane after their find of the magical, wish-granting golden orb. Jane has successfully used the golden orb to transform her boyfriend Sam...

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Revenge Inc at Golden GrottoChapter 5

I needed to get going, the moment I was certain that Wallace was done for, but I didn't. I just couldn't. The mental exhaustion and the relief I felt once I'd consigned the Monroe Masher to the deep, and its hungry diners, just dropped me into some sort of mental collapse. Not quite a breakdown, but something like the sort of debilitating mental depression where you don't even have the energy to get out of bed or even press the buttons to change channels on the TV. I was exhausted and I...

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Golden GirlChapter 1

My mom is a Jane Mansfield look-alike, and I look like her, only my hair is much lighter and I am a foot shorter. She also has that look of a woman, born with class and elegance. She would look natural on a billionaire's arm, and she did, in fact, marry local wealth. We are very close, closer now than ever. After the divorce, when I was twelve, we became more like best friends. I am fifteen, now, and that friendship has grown beyond the norm. Our story is bizarre. Mom didn't date after she...

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Golden GuardChapter 6

Paula Clothed And Roberta Still Naked It was dawn on a crisp and very frosty winter's day. Paula was warmly dressed to protect her from the icy cold. The pair had earned plenty of money as a result of Roberta's strength and will to work hard. Roberta was still naked, of course. They had spent the night under the stars with the hardy Golden Guard sleeping apart from her assistant, disdaining to take any advantage of the warmth of her body. Even after all this time Paula still marvelled at...

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Golden GuardChapter 7

Roberta And Paula "I wonder how these people will react to your nudity, Roberta?" asked Paula. "I hope you don't collect another whipping just yet! A really satisfactory and aesthetically pleasing lashing needs to be done on a nice fresh back in my opinion! I know you don't get to watch, but I do and you should always try to think of others, darling! And, thanks mainly to you, I've seen quite enough to have a right to form a judgment in such matters! You need at the very least, a...

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Golden GuardChapter 8 Adventure the Second Conclusion

ROBERTA Roberta was put back into the cellar after working for the rest of the day. Now that the blacksmith had removed her chain she was free to move about. Not that there was far in any direction to move in this tiny room! The rings around her ankles were still there. It would take a file to remove them and there was insufficient time, so the smith had said. She guessed the chain would be re-attached after the fight. She had readily agreed to fight Rodrigo. As part of her preparation she...

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Golden GuardChapter 12

Naked and frozen Roberta lay semi conscious on the little island's white sandy beach after her swim in icy cold water. She lay there for nearly an hour, more dead than alive, until feeling slowly started to come back into her numbed body, beginning at the tips of her fingers and toes and hurting terribly, but showing her that she was still alive. As soon as she was able, she got to her feet and walked towards the centre of the island. This spot was high enough for Roberta to see the Palace...

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The Perfect SolutionChapter 25 The Golden Road to Samarkand

HASSAN: Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells, When shadows pass gigantic on the sand, And softly through the silence beat the bells Along the Golden Road to Samarkand. ISHAK: We travel not for trafficking alone; By hotter winds, our fiery hearts are fanned: For lust of knowing what should not be known We take the Golden Road to Samarkand. MASTER OF THE CARAVAN: Open the gate, O watchman of the night! THE WATCHMAN: Ho, travelers, I open. For what land Leave you the dim-moon city...

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SURPRISE

I knew your wife was going out of town to visit relatives. Damn I have wanted you for so very long. I wanted to do all the things to you that I knew she never ever would. All your fantasies I will make come true in a big way. Chatting with you for months made a huge lust grow deep inside me for you. Seemed you enticed me at every turn. You are just so sexy and hotter than any man I know. The lack of privacy made hooking up very difficult and I wanted more than just words though I loved...

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Golden Chains in Sherazad Chapter 2

This one is completely the work of my depraved imagination. (With some inspiration from Jade Dragon and Eucher). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now onto the nasty sex, some more action than the first, the Sultan’s humiliation might not be for everyone (M/f, nc, inter, rape, humil, bdsm) Secondly this is an adult story, if you are younger than eighteen DO NOT READ!!! If you liked it drop me an email [email protected] if not fuck off. Chapter 2 :...

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The Man and the Golden Jewel

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Apartment Eight Has A Golden Ticket

Sunday morning... There were very few things in life that surprised Vasily anymore, and fewer things that got a rise out of him. Snow in June, zombies on bicycles, flying pigs...none of those would give him pause. If you Googled the words “rock” and “poker-face” you would likely see his stoically monkish --albeit broodingly handsome-- mug pop up on your screen. He once won $1000 answering a call for a random dial-up morning radio show contest. “Gooood morning, Vasily...Vasily...oh...

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Golden shower

I'm just a regular guy in most ways, married for 6 years, working hard for a living, paying off a mortgage and I must add that sex with my wife Gabby has always been exceptional, creative and very, very satisfying. Even though she had never acted on it, Gabby was always aware of my fantasy for pussy pee. When she comes into the bathroom while I'm shaving and pees into the toilet, I stand there, my shaver buzzing across my face, imagining that she was standing over me, with pussy spread and her...

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The Golden Rule Really Rules

One of the most common aphorisms, or sound bites, that one often hears about the kind of life one should live is the Golden Rule: "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you." I believe in the Golden Rule and I try to live by it because I also believe in another common aphorism that says, "You reap what you sow," and I try and sow good things in the hopes that some day good things will be returned to me. A couple of years ago I had an experience that changed my life and has...

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The Golden Helix

Hyandai had been in this dream before. She was in the woods near Embalis, her home village. One thought burned in her mind: Find the golden helix. She did not know why she sought it, nor what it even was, but she felt it was imperative that she find it. She ran in slow motion through the woods, the same trees slowly glided by her in the misty background. Her dreamscape was the same each time she had this particular dream. She came into a wide clearing, with a glittering pond in its center. By...

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Goldene Augen

Dein Name ist John und du wurdest mit besonderen goldfarbenen Augen geboren. Wer auch immer dort hineinsieht steht unter deiner Kontrolle und muss jedem Befehl gehorchen. Mit dieser Fähigkeit hast du es geschafft ein Vermögen anzuhäufen, indem du reiche Leute dazu bringst dir alles zu vererben und wohnst in einer grossen Villa in Berlin. Ausserdem ist es ein leichts jede Frau zu bekommen die du willst. Und wenn sie zu langweilig wird lässt du sie alles vergessen und schickst sie weg. Du hast...

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House Sitting Sara and the Golden

Sara was in the second week of her 'house sitting'. Nichole asked Sara to look after the house while she was away on a business trip. When the taxi arrived, they hugged and as Nichole left the house she thought to herself, 'Sara honey, you are really going to enjoy the surprise that I have arranged for you. If only I could be there when it arrives.' Sara was having lunch when the door bell rang. She opened the door was greeted by man wearing a uniform with the label, 'Custom...

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My Golden Summer with Blythe Ch 01

Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...

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Golden Boy

‘I don’t want to be a lawyer,’ Anthony shouted at his father before storming out, slamming the door behind him. As soon as he was clear of the gates that surrounded his house, he made his way to the lake. He started running, his only thought was to get away, away from his father and the house. When he exhausted his energy he slowed and then stopped. He bent over to catch his breath. He looked for a tree to collapse against, and when he located one he did just that. Sitting with his back to...

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Melissas Golden Fun

Melissa and I had been together for almost a year.She was mature for her nineteen years, and I was just a little under a year younger than her. She had taught me loads and I loved her for it.  One evening I was in her house, her parents having gone out. As per usual we were sitting in her living room making out, it was fun being able to kiss a girl knowing she enjoyed kissing me back.  She broke off mid-kiss.  "Sorry Sean, I need to pee."  I don't know why but I blurted out.  "Can I watch?" ...

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Apartment Eight Makes A Golden Challenge

Wednesday night at the Fawns Over Foxes Ladies Club... Johnny B Good2night stepped through the curtain to the small backstage “launch pad”. Breathing as if he had just ran a mile, he fanned himself with his call sheet, his shirt beneath his glittery velvet vest drenched in an uncomely layer of sweat. His ears were ringing, the screeches and screams of the crowd on the other side of the curtain sounding like a klaxon in his skull. “Amateur Night,” he grumbled. The ladies were always voracious on...

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Apartment Seven Has A Golden Ticket

Carie had just stuffed the last corner of toast with honey into her mouth when she heard a knock on her door. She frowned. It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning. All she wanted to do was go back to her bedroom and hibernate under her duvet just like the rest of the normal people should have been doing. Who knocks on your door Sunday morning? Knock, knock, knock. The sound was dull and plodding; maybe it was zombies. Carie smirked and shook her head. She knew who it was. She sighed and...

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Golden Fury

“If you accept my offer, your husband's name will be spared public shame, all the debts he left you with at the time of his unfortunate death, will be paid. Doug's son, your step son, will be guaranteed a first class education and when he graduates from college, he will be entitled to all the prize money you bring to my stable or a minimum of a million dollars, whichever is more..." "I know my offer sounds bizarre to you now, think about it overnight. You can give me your answer at breakfast...

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The Golden Years

The Golden Years by Princess Pervette Ms. Abigale Tomlinson writes, "I have good reason to believe that female domination and male feminization is something that is particularly common in the `over 60' crowd...." And Helen wrote in, "...when my husband retired, he didn't know what to do with himself. He was moping around all day, not doing much of anything." Ms. Abigale, Helen, that was me, all right. I had taken early retirement at the age...

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