The Walls Came Tumbling Down

Please read parts 1 -- 23, before getting to this. David Proposes -- The engagement Part 2. I awoke the next morning very early, naked as a jay bird and hard as a rock. I looked over to see David still sound asleep. My first instinct was to look at my hand to make sure my engagement ring was still on my finger, and of course it was. I happily laid there for a while just in awe of this moment and what life was going to bring us. I felt my stomach grumbling and I needed some coffee. I got up and just threw on this knee length nightgown, since my lingerie from last night was strewed about our bedroom. After freshening up, fixing my makeup and brushing my teeth, I made my way to the kitchen. I started making eggs, bacon and toast, nibbling as I was preparing, but setting aside the food so David and I could eat together. I keep catching glimpses of my ring on my finger as I cooked thinking to myself, I am going to be Mrs. David **** and I couldn't be happier. It wasn't too much lo...

Kass looked at the woman with panic in his eyes but she just smiled at him. "Oh don't worry. I always give paralysis potions to people I burn here so they don't run around too much. As long as you hurry and clean up everything quickly nothing will happen to you," she said with a soothing and even friendly voice. "But I can't do it now. The floor is too hot. Maybe I can do it after it cools down," he said while trying to keep his mind focused. "Just go on. It will be more fun to watch," was her simple answer. Disbelief appeared on his face. He couldn't understand how someone could enjoy making him do this. It looked like she really didn't intend to let him out so he took a deep breath and stepped on the hot floor. He picked up the broom and the shovel and he started to sweep the ashes on the shovel as quickly as he could and then he dumped them in the bucket. The floor was burning his feet. It became unbearable after a couple of minute...

** This story builds on the experiences of A: Awakening. It is a work of fiction and intended for audiences who enjoy this kind of kink. It's also a slow build and the really juicy stuff is in later parts. ** Part 1 "You'll drop the kids off at your mom's by four o'clock, then?" Lauren confirmed for the third time Thursday evening. "Yep, they're looking forward to 'Camp Grandma.' It's going to be fine," I assured her. She was acting awfully twitchy. "How are you doing? Do you want to change the plan? We don't have to do this," I offered. "No, I do want to. But I'm just... anxious. I mean, it was just a one-time thing and what if it doesn't, you know, work?" "If what doesn't work?" "You know, what if I don't respond the same way." "You mean if you don't have an orgasm again." She was dancing around it and I thought we should be past this by now. "Yes,...

From my view on the couch I see you working through your yoga routine out of the corner of my eye. You are naked and glowing from the sunlight streaming in through the window. That was one of my first rules for you; your body too stunning not to be on full display for me inside the house. I set my laptop aside and smile as I watch you, in awe at the ease with which you contort your body and exist, undistracted in that space. I try and resist for as long as I can but it isn't long before my need for you draws me in. Silently, I rise and walk quietly to your side. You see me when I drop down beside you and sit up from the pose you were holding. "Hey." I smile back at you, "Hey." There's a quiet ease about you as I study your face; living a submissive lifestyle agrees with you. "How can I make you happy today?" you say simply. Extending my legs out I pat my lap and wink. "Come sit with me." You arch an eyebrow at the suggestion but comply,...

For a couple hours after she left her tenant's house, Lupe was in a daze. Legs trembling, she took slow steps in her heels to her car, and from her car back to her apartment. She vaguely supposed she should clean herself up. Her makeup was a mess, and she reeked of the man's sweat and cologne. She reeked of the mess she squirted down her legs when he made her cum with his fingers. And of course, she reeked of the load he had left for her, deep in her ass. She had never so much as teased her asshole before, and she had never been aware of the place in her body that his cum now filled. She was hyper-aware of it - it kept pushing its place to the forefront of her mind as she mechanically went through the motions of unlocking her door, going to her room, walking into her bathroom. She had supposed she should undress and take a shower when she caught a look at herself in the mirror. Her slim, nubile body still looked incredible in her clubbing outfit. Her skirt clung to her ass, h...

This story is fairly long, so I decided to break it into six segments. One reader Skubabill has edited a few of my pieces, but I always felt guilty imposing on him, especially when I had a fairly long story. So, I've edited this story by myself. Any and all mistakes are mine, and I fully expect to be called out for them. I've read the comments about my stories with a mixture of satisfaction and confusion. In the same body of comments, I have found where the husband went too easy on his wife, or he went too far. I've gotten comments that the husband is a wimp or he's too arrogant. I read the comments and try to learn from them. However, let me just say that I write stories that I would enjoy reading on this site. If others enjoy them, then that's great. If some don't like them, well, you can't please everyone. Still, I'm going to try. I still couldn't believe that Robbie had left me without even saying a word. I was so angry and devastated that he l...

CHAPTER 2: ISLAND FUN -- THE COUPLE I hadn't left Adam's room until mere hours before sunrise the next morning. Poor Adam would be exhausted on his travels back home, but it was a mutual desire for the night not to end for us. The hours with him was like a light switch that brought back the hotwife feelings Ryan had thought he wanted so much. When I finally was getting ready to leave his room, it occurred to me that my room was on the same wing of the resort. When I started putting my clothes on, he stopped me. He dared me to carry them to my room. He said it could be a last erotic remembrance of him. I had smiled and kissed him passionately. Move forward. It flashed through my mind, again. Those two words from Harold. They might change my life. I forced myself awake when my eyes registered the brightness of the outside world forcing its way through the small gap in the heavy curtains of the sliding doors to the patio. I didn't want to waste time at such a beautiful place...