Hello everyone. It's been a while I know but I'm back. Today or tonight, whichever you're in right now, we're delving into some serious BDSM sado-masochism Slave/Master dynamics. So if you're not exactly into sado-masochism punishment or are disgusted by it you've been warned now. Like 'Femboy Caught In the Locker Room' this story is a back and forth coopera...
CHAPTER 1 Our family holidays were always two weeks at a Christian Summer Camp. Not bad, actually. Wholesome games and activities, camping food, songs around the campfire. Everyone so positive and jolly, out in the countryside, or at the seaside. This was a different one. Some sort of fenced enclosure. We were met by big friendly American, the Reverend BS...
My heart was beating just a little too fast and the butterflies in my stomach fluttered a little too hard. These were old feelings that I had not felt and didn't think I was capable of feeling. Since Phoenix, I had not slept with anyone. It was silly, I admit. Katie and I had no official titles for our relationship, but I had lost interest in other women. Ka...
Giving Quinn space was one of the hardest things Santana had ever had to do. It almost physically hurt because as the weeks passed she became increasingly aware of what the other bitch-goddess meant to her. Not that she did anything useful with all that time like decide for sure whether she wanted her friend back or something more, Santana just knew she like...
Beth Phoenix loved entering a WWE divas locker room. She was always fashionably late so everyone would already be there, all of them falling silent and turning their heads towards her as she strutted over to claim a locker as hers. As she did this her eyes would scan the room, admiring her bitches, deciding which one or ones would have the privilege of eatin...
Tags up front: fantasy sex, harem, consent, power fantasy, group sex, dominance, cop, magic, female submissive, wife, talking while fucking. * They made love long into the night. They talked. They reconciled with tears and laughter. They fucked. For all the distance they still had to cover, for all the things they still had to talk about, they felt their i...
Angel Jones's Christmas sex affair with Dennis McGowan had been extremely enjoyable, but strictly a one-time thing. Although tempted to stay in London, in hopes of enjoying more of the lovely T-girl's charms, he had previously taken on commitments that had to be met, and he left London in order to meet them. Angel was rather glad about that. The sex with him...
I wandered in to work on Tuesday morning pondering what surprises the day might hold in store for me. I was still disappointed at the thought that I would probably no longer see Kitty after last night, my first and favourite client and greatest success when it came to getting her to produce milk. After only four sessions she was producing a steady stream tha...
The All Saints' Eve ceremony was hours away, and yet Phoarateo primping as if it were minutes to his performance. It had been that way all week, Rylesie reflected as she eyed her vain husband from her perch on their bed. When he wasn't primping, he was practicing, every waking hour of every day. Never mind that he knew the score cold or that he was already...
He's such a little shit. I bust my beautiful buns trying to create those all-important love connections. Just when I've lined all the stars up, that rascally imp slips in behind me, and with one fling of his nasty little 'arrows' the whole shebang is swirling down the crapper. Take Rob and Wendy, for example. A match made in Mt. Olympus. Well, of course it...