Комментарии

Отправить комментарий

Популярные сообщения из этого блога

I Hate My Master Ch. 27

I was afraid of being stopped the entire trip back to Chris's. I lived there and I couldn't think of it as my home. Driving naked always made me worry that a cop would stop me. And since I had to be naked getting home, there was no way I could cover up. I am sure someone saw me. I didn't notice, but it must have happened. Once I arrived, I went in. I didn't have to strip, so I got on my hands and knees and crawled to Chris who was watching TV in the den. He had a grin on his face. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to a dildo in the middle of the floor. "Ride that and report the whole thing. Love the tags." I still had the words Zane had written on my body. I had forgotten them in my horror of driving here. "Yes Master." I crawled over and lined my sore ass up with the dildo. Squatting down on it, I had the saddening realization that even without lube the fairly large dildo went in without much resistance. Then I began to talk. Chris switched off the
Далее...

Eveline's Strangest Journey Ch. 29

Chapter 29 - Councilwoman Rogers Eveline was not really a politician before she won the election. She really did not even consider herself a serious candidate. As far as she was concerned, running for office was nothing more than a publicity stunt that her boss had set up to bring notoriety to her modeling career. Well, now she was a public official. Not just any public official, but the first full-time nudist public official ever elected in the US. She was now a public figure, with a lot of media attention directed towards her. If I don't watch what I'm doing, this can go really bad. Really, really, bad. Eveline was obsessed with doing everything she could to avoid looking stupid. It wasn't just the notoriety of being first nudist politician in the US. Her fear went much deeper than that. She was convinced that stupidity ran in her family, based on the fact that her mother and brother were both in jail for being idiots. She would avoid being stupid at all costs, and she
Далее...

Darla's Blindfold

Darla's Blindfold February roars violently from out of the west across the flat expanse of white fields surrounding the sprawling ranch home. Window panes rattle in their frames. The rattle reverberates at Darla Weston's ear. Sleet peppers white cold frosted glass. Fear follows the blow that shook the rafters over her head and beyond the wood and the glass the temperature continues to plummet. "David?" Darla calls out questioning. Darla's question asked softly is hardly a whimper above the storm brewing beyond the French doors that rattle a warning of the worst yet to come. In the basement beneath the master bedroom the furnace functions. Darla strains to listen around the machinery humming. The furnace cycles warmth from beneath her sanctuary in the master bedroom where Darla is held captive. Darla understands your position precarious. She fusses with the blue cord fresh from the cellophane wrapping though she knows not the color of her husband's current pe
Далее...