This is the second of a series of "Session Diaries" inspired by sessions with pro-Dommes in Manhattan in the late 1990s. I waited, naked, on my knees leaning forward with my head and hands on the floor. The room was a windowless space in an industrial loft in Midtown. One harsh light shone down from the high ceiling. When the sound of her boots clicking a...
My fantasy is to live with a lesbian couple as a lesbian. They both are in their early 20's and they consented to accept me as a 3dr lesbian in our home, since I am not able to get or hold an erection, I am safe in their eyes. The big rule is that my male parts are to remain out of sight to them. Becky is 23, blond with 36-B breasts and long tanned legs al...
The Commandant lifted me from the pillow, but only to my knees. He used my hair like a leash and dragged me to the edge of the platform. I scrambled to my feet and sprawled on the floor as he went down the stairs. He brought me to the man I recognized as the one who shot Paul. His was a face I'd know forever, even in my altered state from the bowl of wine....
Have you noticed that in the movies, the tale is always told from the so-called good guy's viewpoint and the bad guy never gets to tell his side of the story? Well, my name is Raphael Jean Charlemagne and I am here to rectify this grievous oversight. I was born in Cap-Haitien, on the northern coast of the island of Haiti on February 3, 1812, and in the summe...
[pre-story]Disclaimer: All characters are 18+ Content Warnings: Violence (not sexual), Blood (not sexual), no sex (yet), futa.[/pre-story] Lay On Hands: Chapter 1 Rhuno Sunheart's iron-shod hooves scraped across the bare stone floor as he sank into a combat stance, the tauren's massive, silver-and-gold-armored frame lowering as he braced himself. On one a...
Hi All, Blozo here. I'm a fat old retired Registered Nurse who hasn't had an erection in ten years. I write some pretty wild fiction. And I use a lot of descriptions that other authors use too. It never fails that someone in the comments section gets all bent out of shape about the fact, and I hereby stipulate that it is a fact, that what I'm describing...
About a year went by, as Shayla and I grew together. I've heard—especially from former white-girl 'Goddesses'—that the total screaming lust of the first couple of months quickly wears off and becomes routine sex. That didn't happen. We took our antiretroviral meds regularly, with no exceptions, and we both had our blood tested once a month at the diagnostic...
Jack slowly drifted into that half awake, half asleep state where you're not entirely sure if you're dreaming or not. Must have been a good dream, cos he was sporting an erection that was as firm as he could remember in a while...and it was being grasped tightly as a the familiar feel of pussy slid slowly up and down. A delicate moan of pleasure confirmed he...
The captain's cabin felt as if it were holding its breath. The air was still and heavy with tension. Every Hound watched the two women at the front of the cabin, eyes darting across the space between Anikai and Corentine. With her enchanted shackles taken off, her full breath of power lapped against all of their senses in gentle waves. The feeling was eerily...
She sprang from the moss beside the palms and white lillies, the first human on earth, and the most perfect creation of mother nature so far. She grew in the Garden of Eden, flourishing on the plump fruits and abundant spring waters, splashing in the lagoons and climbing through the jungles, her developing young breasts already full and bouncy. Her hair long...