This is the 2nd Chapter of Liz and Sam's story. Please feel free to comment if you like it or even if you hate it. Constructive criticism is most welcome as this is first story I've ever actually committed to writing all the way through. *** Sam woke up disoriented and confused. He tried to stand up but, with his feet and hands being tied up, he didn't ha...
Before leaving the room she stated directly, "Strip and get on the table." So there I was, waiting; for what seemed longer than it actually was, I'm sure. On my back, naked, nothing really to look at, grateful the room was warm as this night was cold and windy, and me, with a full, quivering erection. When the door opened I think I jumped off the paper cove...
I want you. I want you to be mine. I want you to *show* that you are mine, submissive to my every desire. Mine to do with as I please, to say yes as a good little boy should say to his Mistress, and never say no. To agree to whatever I want, whatever experiment, whatever position, whatever whim I might have in mind for you. I want you to agree that *my* pl...
It's the next day and it's still raining. You still feel a contented glow, from the previous day's orgasm. You catch sight of your high heels with the snapped straps and you smile. You go about your uneventful day and evening comes. You had been trying to ignore it, but your desire has been growing throughout the day, your body obviously wanting more of the...
The only way I can be with my wife is if I accept and obey her BBC Master. If you are thinking that you are not into gay sex, let me ask you to stop for a moment and think about this. I worship black cock out of respect, not because I am gay. My wife worships black cock, too. In fact, if it wasn't for her, I never would have experienced the incredible heat...
She kneels and waits at the door........... The time draws near and she feels her excitement and anticipation building. As her Master requested, she wears the lace red corset and thong set that he gave her - it's diamante encrusted and heavily boned. She checks if his tits sit well in the uplifting corset? She smiles, yes they do. She fidgets a little, her...
I could worship your body for hours. Seeing you lay there in our bed, almost naked, only wearing your boxers. Your hair slightly scruffy from the night before when I had my hands playing with it. Your body cool and relaxed, the ambiance soft. You're still asleep, lying on your front, loosely wrapped in our white sheets. I watch, as your body rises and fa...
My room was bright and spacious and in addition to my bed and a cupboard also contained a writing desk that I could use for my studies. I lived in great comfort compared to most of my fellow students. My mature landlady was very supportive and encouraged me to take my studies seriously. It was a bit strange to share a flat with mature woman who in many ways...
"Pledge slut, eat my pussy" The Haughty blond ordered. "Yes, Mistress Babs", the auburn-haired freshman replied; beginning her ministrations. "That's it, I can see why the boys voted you the winner of the cock sucking competition." "I'm out," a tall brunette said holding up her glass. "Finish me off, Amy firsts." Babs ordered. Staying on her knees the p...
Stereotypes are an unfortunate fact of human life, I'm afraid. We've all got them about other people, and they have them about us. However, I don't think they should be discounted because most of them have their source in some obscure truth. My name is Jefferson O'Shea. A young Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I moved to the Province of Ontari...