I had been to adult bookstores and have had my share of gloryhole fun, but after awhile I began to feel sexually limited. I needed a larger venue and more freedom to expand and express my budding sexuality without having to worry about condemnation, offending anyone, and, perhaps most importantly, breaking the law. Eventually, I found two venues that met my...
Author's Note: These are the actual thoughts and the actions enacted by me during a very intense masturbation session. The energy of His presence was there, the intensity of our passion inspired me and the tears were very real. I am quite exhausted when I decide to pull away from updating our website, and anxious to change into my pajamas and settle in for...
Drake glared at the woman looking him over like he was a slab of meat and not a human being. He then noticed the collar in her other hand, and hissed. He knew she was going to offer him the apple only if he put on the collar. The idea disgusted him. He would never subjugate himself to this bitch. She could hurt him all she wanted to- he'd never submit. She s...
Chapter Two- Thank you so much for reading! * The next morning, Keela woke slowly, blinking as she smelled coffee through the open bedroom door. Her fingers slid across the silk sheets, finding her robe. Putting it on, she quickly headed for the door. Listening closely, she bit her lip as she heard the sounds of bacon frying, and a toaster popping. Hurr...
Nick slipped out of Becca's bed, careful not to wake her. He studied her sleeping form for a moment, wondering if last night had been a mistake. He knew she'd really been too drunk for it- but she'd said she wanted him- her body definitely had, but he didn't know that she'd even remember what had happened. He knew he should have said no, but he'd wanted her...
Note- this is a continuation from the story "An Invitation to Play" *** The first thing I noticed was the warmth of the breath against my cheek. "Is this better?" the whisperer questioned. It was pitch black and I could not see a thing. As I started to mumble, a hand covered my mouth. Of course, we have jumped forward, cut to the chase, skipped the journe...
To refresh what Cub wrote, I had the choice of any or all of the following for her punishment. 1. Paddling using a wooden or leather implement. No hand will be used as the submissive finds great pleasure in a hand spanking. 2. Figged with ginger or a ginger coated plug for a minimum of twenty minutes and a maximum of 24 hours - plug or ginger to be reappli...
The moment she got home, Indy took off her shirt. Going with just a bra was much more comfortable. She set her master playlist on shuffle and turned it up as loud as it could go. She texted Ethan before she set down her phone. *I'm home, front door is unlocked ;)* Seconds later, she got a response. *On my way! cutie* Grabbing a spoon, she spun around the...
Author's note. Since this story is focused on a fantasy I have about a real woman, I will simply refer to her as M. One day, when I have her permission (and her over my knee, efg), I will repost it using her name. Until then, I must respect her privacy; but yet I cannot bring myself to use a phony name for her. She is over my knee, naked save her collar. I...
I lay on the bed, naked, spread, bound at three corners. Only my right arm is free, holding in a numb hand my vibrator, waiting. Finally you come to me, and sitting down, your weight dips the bed, creating a well of gravity that I can feel, pulling my helpless body towards you. I can't bear to meet your eyes, even for a moment, but I can feel them on me lik...