M. A. Specter
Bio
Writer and kink/fantasy/fetish enthusiast. Have a special request of a story you'd like to see? Let me know! There's nothing I enjoy more than creating a custom story. I'll be publishing in several collections, from vanilla to taboo!
Stories (8/0)
Long Week
Long Week It is a cold and rainy Friday evening as Christina pulls into her driveway after a tiring week. In fact, it was one of the worst she could remember. As a young attorney she often had to put in long hours preparing for a difficult criminal case like this one, but sixty hour weeks for the last two months had taken a toll on her. Luckily the trial was over and she had earned some rest. She slumps forward and rests her head on the steering wheel, wondering if she even has the energy to make the short walk into the house. Then she notices her boyfriend’s car in the garage, smiles, and stirs up the motivation to make the trip inside.
By M. A. Specter3 years ago in Filthy
Teaching The Teacher
Teaching the Teacher Chris gets to office just as she is about to go home for the long weekend, closing the door behind him. He sits down in front of her desk. Professor Barry is sitting on her desk as she chats on the phone, so Chris has a nice view of her legs. She catches him admiring them, revealed by her snug fitting dress, and he made no effort to hide it.
By M. A. Specter3 years ago in Filthy
A Spanking For Lisa
A Spanking For Lisa Cole is waiting in the hotel when Lisa arrives. It’s been a long week at work and Lisa is exhausted before she even stepped through the door. He kisses her as soon as she enters, wearing only a towel as he greets her. He pulls her close, whispering into her ear, “Don’t say a word unless I ask you a direct question. When you answer, you will respond in one of only two ways. Yes sir, or yes master. Do you understand?” he asks.
By M. A. Specter3 years ago in Filthy
Little Miss Prostitute
Little Miss Prostitute “I’m at the hotel on the corner of sixth and main. Yes, that’s the one,” Logan said into the phone. “I’ll be here for a couple of days on business and I’m told you can provide some, let’s call it—companionship, for weary travelers.”
By M. A. Specter3 years ago in Filthy
The Good Fight
The Good Fight Trish had been pissed at him since lunchtime when Michael had texted her. And the stressful week she’d had at work didn’t help things much. At this point she wasn’t even sure who was wrong or who’s fault it was. In truth they were probably both equally at fault, and both far too stubborn to apologize yet. The one thing she knew was that she still wanted to be mad. Work had been pissing her off all week, and she’d been stressed out since Monday morning. True, it was Friday night now and she should be relaxing and cooling off, but she hadn’t had the chance yet. She needed to cool off in her own time, and that wasn’t tonight.
By M. A. Specter3 years ago in Filthy
Halloween Ride
Halloween Ride Halloween: 5:00 pm Standing in the bedroom naked, Trish looks down at the assortment of clothes laid out on the bed: an early Victorian gown, complete with a very wide selection of undergarments to go with it, some more modern than others.
By M. A. Specter3 years ago in Filthy
