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Joel and I were hooked on sex. We had no hang-ups; no holes barred, as the expression went! We enjoyed a long and fruitful marriage by being completely open-minded. We were swingers, doggers, Doms and in my case, also a sub from time to time. We went to some of the best clubs in the country and definitely the best parties. We knew a lot of people just like us of course but every now and then, we got to know someone not like us. Someone sweet and innocent! Then it became just a matter of time before we corrupted them!

An erotic tale of what it takes to impress a demanding boss. Follow the short tale of a woman on her way to land her dream job, all the while discovering herself, and raising her confidence in the process. Landing the job may just lead to an unexpected, yet sexy beginning for them both. Welcome to the office of The Interview.

A tale of forbidden love.

A darkly depraved tale.

A tale of lustful submission.

A late night romp takes a dark turn.

An ancient sex curse is awake and ready to wreak havoc on the student body! The girls were close friends and like most healthy, sexually active girlfriends they had all had the odd naughty thought or wet dream about the others. That was as far as it went though. Then a trip to the museum changed everything. A strange statue of an Amazonian princess with the sex organs of both genders was broken and when Helen awoke the next morning, her body had completely changed and so had her appetite for sex.

Drop-dead gorgeous Alex was recently contacted by his cousin, Shona. She willingly offered him a position to open the new adults-only club. A place that's fun, cheeky, and altogether yummy, right in the heart of beautiful Jamaica. It's there that he meets a girl at the bar who is hot... so hot, in fact, it's possible that even straight women might be attracted to her amazing beauty in more ways than one. 

I worked as a personal shopper to some of the richest, most pampered women in the land. That was fine with me as it fed my personal habit - I was a Domme and loved to break in exactly the sort of married rich-bitch that I worked with. I had discovered by sheer accident that these over-protected and arrogant bitches all had a couple of things in common - they were under-sexed and very submissive.

He likes the very back booth in the diner, walls on two sides, both of us on the same bench, me in the corner. At 29, almost five years younger than I am, he likes me to - he requires me to - call him Daddy; he calls me his Dirty Little Girl. This is insane; or depraved; or sick; or...all of the above. And here we sit. I surrendered my panties before we left the apartment, just a block away - a simple transaction, nothing terribly new or different for us. He requested; I rolled my eyes. I complied; he something between smiled and smirked.