All characters within the story are of legal age. Where am I? I thought, dazed and slightly dizzy. I was in a dark room with minimal light. There were lit candles spread around the almost-empty room; breathing deeply, I could smell a subtle hint of vanilla. I tried to stand to look around, but was immediately stopped. Looking down, I realized I was tied...
He heard the door to his office open. It was late. Who could that be? He was halfway through his third bourbon and was likely to either kill or be killed by a burglar, but pleasantly toasted enough to not give a shit about either outcome. Then she appeared in his office door way. He smiled. She was wearing all black. What else was new? Her black wraparou...
If you read, please do the courteous thing, and vote/comment/leave feedback. We authors work hard and it's nice to be recognized. Feedback encourages us to write more. I hope you enjoy! ;)~ ****************************** Shannon and I spent the entire Sunday after the party in bed, exploring each others bodies, finding out all the spots that really set us...
The following morning, Miranda smiled with content as Clarissa and the ladies led her into a plush lounge which looked out onto a larger room through a two way mirror. There, on a bed at it's centre, lay the trussed and naked form of Lee Baker. Clarissa had her recline on a soft leather sofa while the redheaded Mimi brought a hooded male in on a leash, havin...
Kara spent the whole day in a fever of anticipation. The note from Andrew lay, unopened, in her briefcase and she kept reaching for it still unsure of the contents. What if it were a simple 'thank you and goodbye'? A dismissal of her as though he were unaware of his strange power over her. At last, during a hurried, snatched break for lunch of sandwiches and...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This is a story in the "Silverbridge" series but can be read on its...
The night passed slowly as my fitful sleep was interrupted by cramps in my legs and hips. Each time I attempted to move to relieve the pain, the cinch around my balls would remind me of my mistake. My legs and hips were in desperate need of an opportunity to stretch out for relief, but the folded leg position would not allow it--the pain was almost constant...
After their Sunday photo shoot Tim reviewed the pictures on his computer screen. Only a few were up to his expectations. He was frustrated that the beauty and sexuality he'd watched live hadn't been captured in most of the pictures. Tim told Mary of his disappointment. He said he was going to get about 10 pictures enlarged and printed but he expected only o...
This story is a graphic tale of a Dom and his very submissive transgendered male. If you are offended by tales of BDSM and sex between consenting adults the read no further ......... other wise enjoy Feel free to leave honest comments or suggestions, it really does encourage those of us who write to continue... * Having withdrawn my now softening cock I g...
Stuart took the wooden spoon from Lydia's hand. He turned and walked over to the dresser, opened a drawer and replaced the spoon. He closed the drawer, opened another, and brought out a pair of soft cuffs, a pair of leather ankle cuffs and a silver ball flogger. "Lets change the pace a little," Stuart said to Lydia. "Untie the rope," he said, indicating the...