This is a relatively short story written in the 3rd person, that doesn't spend much time world building and instead focuses on the romantic encounter. Feel free to use it as a template for role-play. The characters actions are intentionally very specific to hopefully paint a vivid picture; however the characters physical attributes are intentionally left mor...
Chapter 3: The Price of Courage Collapsed on the stage floor was beginning to feel routine. The auctioneer loomed over me, the raw silk of his shirt tucked into leather pants. I dropped my gaze when I heard a man's steps on the stage—the squeak, squeak of leather soles on polished wood so different than the click, click of a woman's heels. Men had told me t...
It had been three weeks since the beautiful Jeanne's husband Beau had left on a business trip. At first she had attempted to satisfy her sexual cravings with frequent masturbation, pumping her glistening dildo frantically in and out of her insatiable cunt, while holding a buzzing vibrator on her swollen clit. She imagined Beau's thick hard cock ramming dee...
I re-applied my crimson red lipstick and curled my last piece of long thick dark brown hair, I slipped into a black mini skirt which only just covered my curvaceous ass and a tiny red singlet which stretched around my large D cup breasts, it was cold outside so I pulled on some black knee high stockings held by a garter, then I slipped on my black pumps and...
He had seen her a number of times since his introduction to Mark. (The man who had taken him so forcefully) She had insisted that he wear the lingerie that he had worn that first time, on every occasion. As far as he was concerned the sexual excitement with her was beyond belief. He had never met anyone as wonderful as her in his life and doubted that he wo...
"So Mr Smith, what brings you to Australia?" For six months now I'd cyberfucked John Smith, alias Eli HorsePeter, on Skype. I called him Eli. He called me Tiger. When he wasn't calling me 'you hot slut', that is. He didn't know my real life identity. But I discovered his. And I was itching to try him for real. Cyberfucks are all very nice, but there's nothi...
My morning begins when I wake up and go to my closet and choose a Maids outfit for the day. With four choices, I choose the one I have wanted to wear since it arrived. A shear, just below the hip Babydoll dress with a white lace trim, and a shear over lay on the breasts. With a sext black g-string to finish it off. I put on a White lace and Black satin m...
Continuing story of Pat's Panty Slave, It had been a couple of weeks since my secret of dressing in womens underwear had been uncovered by my neighbour, Pat. She had caught me in her bedroom, on her bed, wearing her lingerie, and playing with one of her dildoes. To say I was embarassed was an understatement, but worse was to follow. Her Daughter, Jo, knew a...
The Slave Earns Her Master's Collar The slave enters the bedroom wearing the black pleather bustier her Master has requested. Her black thighhigh stockings are attached and as instructed she is not wearing any panties. The outfit goes perfectly with her matching black pleather lace up boots and is a very fitting one for a slave. Upon entering she feels her...
She stroked her cock with one hand and watched him, watched the combination of fear and desire stutter across his face. He was a good looking man, married, mid-thirties, a little paunchy but nice definition through his chest and shoulders. His hair was close-cropped and brown. His eyes were brown, too. He had a delicious ass, and a serviceable, if not impres...