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Ménage à Trois

The French translation is a household of three. I am not sure many households of three get up to what we have been doing, but it is great fun!

“Who is that?” Eddie clicked the mute. “That’s Clive. You’ve met him before.” “Not him. Her, the nerdy one?” “Who?” For fucks sake, Eddie, you know exactly who I mean! Of course, I couldn’t say the very pretty one, with the dark curly hair, who was beaming a beautiful smile into her camera. “Her, with the glasses, and too much lipstick.” “Oh, that is Ellie.” So that is Ellie, is it? I poured a fresh mug of coffee and, sti...

The Better Man, Chapter 6

Jack learns his place (with some help from Mona) and learns that he loves it!

I drove while they canoodled in the back seat. I could hear Anna slurping on Mason’s cock. When I parked the car, they straightened their clothes and hurried into the house ahead of me and went straight to the bedroom. I entered just in time to see Anna pull him by his cock onto the bed with her and guide it into her pussy. She lay on her back with her legs around him as he fucked her vigorously while I stood and watched....

The Better Man, Chapter 5

Dramatic developments for Jack: the end of Breeding Week and the new job bring even more changes.

On Wednesday morning of Breeding Week, Mason called me at work to tell me that the valuation was done and he told me what the buyout figure would be. It sounded fair to me, that is, it was higher than I expected. “My attorney is reviewing the offer letter and we’re planning to deliver it to your attorney tomorrow. What do you think about closing on Monday?” “Wow, that was quick!” I responded happily. “Sure, I don’t see wh...

Thanksgiving And Christmas

Silvia and Megan Celebrate the Holidays

Silvia After Halloween, Michelle and I were getting together regularly. We were discovering more about each other with each date or sleepover. Michelle enjoyed taking more of the lead role in our relationship. I didn't mind because I was new at this, and it felt right. Lloyd had been the same way, not controlling but making the final decision after we discussed something. Michelle didn't always get her way, nor did I. We...

Je m'en fous!

Say goodbye to your eighteen-year-old slave.

It was a snarl that would make the toughest cower. My fascination with her appearance is now a blood-chilling panic. “Open your bag,” she growled. Fuck. Fixated on the safety pin through her nose and frozen to the spot, she peered in. The jangling guitar and spat vocals were the urgency to my embarrassment. Paralysed, I burned with shame for being caught and revealing my secret fetish. Thou shall not steal. “You thieving...