I walked into the donut shop, still buzzed from the most exhilarating sex session I had ever experienced. I have read over the years about torture of women on devices called wooden horses, but never thought I would have the chance to ride one in my own bedroom. My master spent an hour getting me turned on, teasing my nipples and clit, pinching and biting m...
It was a quarter to 3 in the morning. Harris Craig, early morning TV anchor in Kansas City, was sitting nude at her bedroom vanity. She was getting ready for work. She leaned into the lights around the mirror, stretched her neck and gently ran a hand from her chin down her throat to her collarbones. She was looking at the distinctive bruising: a thumb shap...
The next week was long and slow. It was filled with calls to subcontractors, vendors, salesmen, and customers. We were wrapping up a major project and everything had to go just right. Otherwise, I would cause the company to lose a bunch of money. Enough money, that even my own mother and father might consider firing me. Sheri and I saw each other when we co...
"Okay, Tarzan has just saved you from the crocodiles. You have decided to express your thanks by sucking his cock!" Bo stood knee deep in the African river shallows. She was completely nude. Her firm tits jutting outwards, seemingly at attention, browned by weeks in the African sun. Tarzan was standing in front of her in his loin cloth. His muscular, tanned...
The smoke was beginning to really bother me. The way it hung thick in the air, like some gray fog, was the same way it was hanging in my lungs. The painfully loud sound system pounded the beat into me. If I'd been less disoriented by the atmosphere, or if I'd found anyone to dance with, I might have actually enjoyed the rhythmic asphyxiation. I found my way...
I had always adored the feeling of being filled up. With dildos, plugs, the occasional green or orange vegetable when nothing else was available or I fancied a change. Knife handles (and once the blade when I was particularly rampant and in need of new satisfaction) and the handles of toilet brushes. If I saw an object that looked like it could fit - and I h...
A kiss does it every time... Sometimes that's all I get. We sometimes go diyeta for weeks because he says sex in cars etc. is for kids. He's a romantic... He'd rather hand feed me butterfly prawns in our favourite restaurant than make love in the car. It's almost perverse but it works for both of us. I get so excited my ears and nipples tingle, and my pelvic...
Anthony and Fran: An Invitation to Dinner After our storage room tryst things at Radio Shack became very interesting. However, some things remained the same. Anthony still brought pastries every day. He still placed my favorite on a small plate and garnished it with whip cream and the occasional strawberry. We still discussed women and we never became bore...
Disclaimer: These are real stories. Everything that happened here is, to the best of my knowledge, what actually happened. The experiences are several years old, but I captured them all to the best of my ability. ***** My new Goddess and I had been getting along nicely, but for some reason lately, I think things between us are starting to wear thin. Perhap...
'Good morning, Alice! Oh! I did not know you had company! I will speak to you later, Love.' 'Don't go, Terry! This is Molly, my daughter! I was telling her all about you. What a lovely man you are! Say hello to Terry, Molly.' 'I must say you have brought back a grin to my Mum's face, Terry. I am very pleased to meet you. I'm a lonely widow-woman too. I was...