Brush Strokes Stories

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Crude Sensuality

by tiarna on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

You walk from the shower, proudly naked, your skin glowing. The fresh heat of the shower shows on your body as it glistens. I eye you hungrily. You are unashamedly sexy, proud of your long legs, your full breasts. You know what you do to me when you stand there naked, knowing how much I want you. No guilt, no apology for flaunting your sex. The woman of my f...

The Painters Canvas

by Lord DragonsWing on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

She stood there motionless. Her nude body reflecting the light that flowed in through the windows. Shadows cast angles under her chin and breast. Her muscles ached from the pose she'd held so long. Beads of sweat trickled off her nipples and down her flat belly. Moving just her green eyes, she glanced at the man sitting just 10 feet in front of her. His bald...

The Playoffs

by Heat69 on Mar 11, 2019
Erotic Couplings

It's Saturday night. We are kicking back on the sofa. I'm enjoying a glass of wine and you have a beer while we watch the hockey playoffs. I am sitting between your legs, leaning back against your chest. I am wearing only panties and an oversize t-shirt; you - having recently showered - are bare chested and commando in shorts. There is nowhere I would rather...

Ravished By Rapunzel

by Dark_Adept on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

It's a bit of a librarian look, the way I wear my hair at work. All coiled up on my head, and stuck through with several of those Japanese-looking hair spikes. Not a strand is out of place, and the hair is wound and wrapped tightly into a bun roughly the size of one of those Kaiser rolls the bun it makes is easily the size of one of those Kaiser rolls. It's...

Brush Strokes

by erotictraveler on Sep 14, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

If you've never lived with your family inside a military compound, it may be hard to understand the feelings of confinement. Especially for a teenager. Most especially for me, as I grew to crave independence and autonomy. The fifty homes were surrounded by bob-wire fences, with armed guards on the two gates. We all knew the Filipino guards and even their f...

Sick Day

by canedreamer on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

She called in sick to work that morning, not because she was really sick but more because she just wanted an extended weekend and an extra day to lounge around and not deal with any responsibilities. She texted her husband half through the day to let him know that she wasn't feeling well and that she had stayed home. The husband decided to take off work earl...

Lady Arndale

by Pilot4029 on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

The original idea was that I would have gone to another of England’s big country estates to have honed my craft, but when Lady Arndale discovered my other particular talents, plans changed. I was an apprentice gardener by trade, working at Lady Arndale’s home deep in the Cotswolds countryside. I’d been working there since I was sixteen and a chance encounte...

The Maiden's Guard

by VerySpecificFetish on Feb 12, 2019
Fetish

It was quarter past eleven when the car came to a stop in front of the mansion, and a girl, no older than twenty, was helped out by its driver. She was tall, polite. Her hair was a fiery red, flowing gently around her face and down her back, shielding one eye. In the coldness and dullness of the autumn wind, her form was the one thing that stood out. A shini...

Third Mistake a Charm? 03

by barrel3707 on Jan 15, 2019
BDSM

This is the third and final story for Ann and Cal, unless my readers think this effort is worthy of continuing. Please enjoy. A special thanks to my editor, lover, Mistress and wife, M. ***** Ann's success entering the disciplinary realm, coupled with Hilary's sincere encouragement, emboldened her to develop a rhythm of discipline for her husband. Cal...

The Advisor

by Bedtime Storyteller on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Spring had arrived early this year. Cassie tugged at her skirt, which threatened to blow up and expose her to the other students on campus. This was only her second semester here, and she had tried her hardest to remain as invisible as possible. If there was anything Cassie wanted to avoid, it was being noticed. The green expanse of lawn was interrupted on...