This story had been staged in plains of Punjab, India, (now in Pakistan)in around 1800 AD. So, this story is a little bit diffrent from what we read normally, I am sure that you would be very happy to go through, and enjoy, dear readers of sex stories from India. Gambhir Singh was a leading General in the Army of Maharaja (King) Manjit Singh. During the bat...
His touch was different from others, she couldn't explain why so far as every inch he touched tingled with joy, she tingled with anticipation...how long before he took her to bed and made love to her the way she had imagined so many times, tonight, it had to be tonight! They had met in a still life art class. Clichéd, she knew, but was long past caring. The...
My name is Jack. It used to be Jacqueline, but that was a lifetime ago. My forty-ninth birthday is next Friday, but I have actually only been living for the past five years. I am what they call a transman or female-to-male transsexual. As a child, my life was pretty perfect. No divorced parents, a nice middle class neighbourhood. No one seemed to notice or...
********** A story written by my slut to remind us about the nature of the relationship. ********** The Master had decided a few weeks previously that things had slipped slightly lately. His slut had become lax in her submission to him. It was partly his fault, after all life had been busy, but that didn't excuse her. So the Master decided that she need...
The fun and all the pleasure began the night she took matters into her own hands and decided to sit in his lap. It had been 5 years since she had lost her left leg in that ugly car-crash while en route to the 20th High School Reunion. Surgeons had removed her leg about 8" from her hip. Technically, her femur had been sectioned 9" above the top of her knee...
Ryna lingered in the cockpit for only a couple minutes after his argument with Sensara. He wandered into the ship's small bedroom, and laid down on the bed. He pretended to be asleep when Sensara entered about 15 minutes later. "Ryna, are you awake?" she asked, laying down beside him. He didn't say anything, making her think he was asleep. She snuggled up...
That night, and the next, we were both skittish and nervous. It was agonising to worry about if the door bell would ring or not. Despite that, or maybe because of it, the sex was fantastic. I took her ass for the very first time, and I have no words to describe the mixed feelings of power, love and pleasure it gave me. The night after that though, again as...
Rob was gone for a little over a week, and, in the meantime, things went as had become usual – Jean and Marian spent the time watching movies and television, with bathing and creaming Marian a part of most evenings. Many of those evenings also included Jean acting as Marian's naked sex slave fondling her and licking her cunt. Once in a while, Jean was spanke...
"Rivers belong where they can ramble; eagles belong where they can fly . . . I'm not a river or a giant bird that soars to the sea, and if I'm never tied to anything, I'll never be free . . . " -"Corner of the Sky" from the Musical Pippin There are rafts of quotations out there about freedom; the importance...
I was to be the entertainment for this evening. I knew this. I had freely agreed to it. After all, my sex life had hit a very long dry spell. When Clarissa, one of my girlfriends, had mentioned this club that she belonged to - a "kinky sex club" was her description - it sounded like just what I needed. "The men and women there are reasonably attractive,"...