Meredith paused at the bedroom door, clutching the bottle of tequila. She could hear the soft little moans emanating from behind the closed door, mixing with the creaking of the bed, and the little giggles. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open silently, too aroused to keep from joining them. Soft light bathed the room, the lone lamp swathed in pink...
As I knotted the leather lacing around her left breast, she moaned a soft moan dripping with delicious anticipation, as to what I might have in store for her body this time. I stood back to take in her body as a masterpiece of bound beauty. Her breasts were taught in their bound state jutting straight out from her chest and her skin shimmered in the light...
Nicola walks through the woodland, repeating the route she had followed exactly a week before. The events of that day had occupied her thoughts throughout the week. Those events had awakened something inside her; something that, she knows, would be an important part of her forever more. Thinking back, she relives that day again. *** She walked through the...
Author's Note: A quickie that takes advantage of people who wear their kilts correctly. Enjoy, and please remember to vote and comment! ***** Off to my left I heard the distinctive sound of a dozen cats mating at once. Either that or someone was trying to tune bagpipes. I turned in the direction of the off-key skirl. Yep, pipes. That's why Scottish Reg...
"Mister, I don't approve of your relationship with my daughter Anisha," said Farrokh Khan, and the curvaceous Pakistani Muslim matriarch looked at Benjamin Hanover haughtily. The tall, dark and handsome young Afro-Caribbean student stroked his goateed chin thoughtfully, wondering how to best answer such a harsh statement. Smiling like the Devil himself, Benj...
I wake up to find myself blindfolded and bound, my arms tied above my head and my legs spread, ankles tied to the bedposts. My heartbeat quickens as I tug at the ropes, feeling the adrenaline begin to rush through my body. I listen carefully for anyone else in the room. I can feel my pussy moisten at the helplessness of my situation. "Don't worry slut, you...
In the basement of Ibrahim Tesfaye's townhouse in the plush Barrhaven suburb of Ottawa, Ontario, things were definitely heating up. For once, Master T had a real challenge on his hands, and he relished the thought of showing Sholonda Jackson a thing or two about East African Muslim masculinity, BDSM-style. Tonight, he was having some fun with the feisty youn...
"Hurrah. Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester makes another dashing escape. We're getting good at this, aren't we, captain?" Lady Sally called, jumping in the air excitedly. "We certainly are, madam. Though I expect your maid will be traumatised." "She'll get over it. Besides, she's been my maid for years, she knows what to expect. I think she feigns her alarms...
I am sending this e-mail to you, Miss Stephanie, because I just discovered my slave-boy, Tresner, has been sending you these impudent stories in the hopes of getting your phone call. I am horrified, and terribly apologetic. He was not allowed to join any Yahoo Groups without my permission—indeed, he isn't allowed to use the computer much at all, and is o...
"Jennifer, get in here, now!" I hear the unmistakeable boom in Your voice, and I'm concerned. You seem to be very upset, but I am not sure as to why. My mind quickly flitters around, and tries to figure out some simple reasons. I enter the bedroom where You're standing. And then, I see what is scrunched up in Your hand. You're holding a pair of my pantie...