Sara smiled as the water caressed her skin and the heat massaged her muscles after being bound. She lathered the douche and slowly and carefully caressed her ass cheeks and smiled reminiscing that it had not even been an hour ago that Mistress had been riding her as 'her personal mare' as Leanne had sometime joked. Enjoying the shower, she wondered how Dian...
Pike arrived in the early morning sun to walk through the open screen and look around at the dark woods of the mission style hallway and doorways. Feminine voices in the kitchen up to the left were chatting about the carpentry work to bid when a surprised soft voice demanded, 'where is the top to your bikini; the bidding on the workroom is this afternoon, ev...
(Pre-emptive apologies to anyone fluent in Italian who winces at any mistakes I've made with Bellissima's Italian dialogue; your only consolation should be that there isn't much of it.) (Many thanks to Lady Ru'etha, whose podcast added verisimilitude and--always--inspiration.) * Sarah looked up at the dress, wondering exactly how much it cost. In a bouti...
I awake to a terrible stinging pain in my right cheek. My eyes fly open, only to see The Bitch smirking down at me. "Hello slut." She said in that same, cold tone. "I have a present for you. Close your eyes." I cocked my head to the side, wondering what possibly she has for me. And even though I know it's not a smart idea, I close my eyes. I feel something...
Riding the train home from a Manhattan business appointment one evening, I found a copy of The Village Voice that someone left behind. I skimmed through it and came eventually to the classified ads. I like reading Personals. There were the usual ads such as I’d seen in my local paper. You know, men seeking women, women seeking men, singles in search of relat...
I am a sports-lover. I am a dyke. I am an exhibitionist and I am a short-hair fetishist. This story is a loving tribute to the work of Tawny T. Every day I arrive at my sports, leisure and fitness centre with plenty of time to spare for a swim. I find having a swim before I play whichever sport or game is on that day helps keep me supple and agile. And feel...
It's a custom rigid 1970's Harley Davidson. She found it out in the Midwest somewhere, in the middle of a corn field. Literally. It was love at first sight! Oh no, not for me. I've seen the pictures and trust me, it was a rusted heap of junk. The engine was froze, tires cracked and dry-rotted, and I think a family of field mice had made a rather nice home in...
The Visit As Suzanne lay on the bed and reached under her friend's black lacy bra to feel her firm round breasts and engorged nipples, and their tongues hungrily searched each others mouths, she thought back to the events which led to this moment - the email offering her a week in the countryside, away from the kids and the chance to unwind in the sun, skin...
All day at work, I fantasize about what is to come. The clear double-headed dildo is still deep inside me making my muscles twitch and throb. I keep glancing at the clock waiting for the day to be over so I can make my eager journey to her house. All day it's been hard as hell to keep from touching myself and finishing the aching need I've had since the prev...
This work contains elements of BDSM. If bondage and whips are not your thing please skip this story, otherwise I hope you read on and enjoy! This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons alive or dead is completely coincidental. *** The Bypass was worse than usual. Some fo...