The next morning he woke up with a hard on in his lingerie and started stroking, thinking about the dream he had last night. A replay of last night's activities online and the conversation they had ran through his mind. He began to stroke thinking about being taken by a friend while he was dressed up, his ultimate fantasy. After his little cam session with J...
Author's note-I've submitted two series of stories to this site, and both have been dark, violent and frankly pretty unpleasant. I wanted to write a BDSM story with people that were happy, content with their roles and getting what they wanted. This is the result. Feedback, votes and comments are always greatly appreciated-even negatives! ***** JIM closed h...
To my readers: Sorry so much for the long delay! The computer I worked on the story on crashed. And there is nothing worse then trying to recreate work you've already done, but I hope this chapter is a worthy continuation of the story! It was the feedback that kept me inspired though, all your messages mean a lot, and they do impact the story! I promise to h...
This is the first story I have submitted to any site. Sorry if it seems rather slow but it is going to be a long story and it will get much more sexual and kinky. I hope readers will find it interesting and be waiting for the continuation of the story. Please feel free to give me any feedback. * I am a straight man with a regular life, dating occasionally...
The first time Sandy and Tyler met, he was expected to be the dominant one of the couple. That was the manner he portrayed while they chatted online for years. When they first met however, he was no where near the dominant she. She ended up being the dominant one, and she humiliated him for it. After that first meeting, she never expected to hear from him e...
Traipsing down her staircase dressed to kill Stacy Puma rounded her garage home. Wearing overly tight white jeans and a brilliant turquoise colored off the shoulder top that had an America Indian style pattern of various ornate colors. Each tiny triangle or bead was a different color. Made of silk it clung to her chest like it was glued on. Her nipples viol...
After a second refreshing shower and a healthy charge to her dying cell Stacy was ready to hit the streets again. Hopeful to drum up more viewership. While still plugged in she called her new friend Xander back. Nearly disappointed at how many rings it took she was ready to hang up. "Hey what happened?" He answered with concern. "Sorry X. Got a little tie...
How many years ago has it been? I took my private journals and re-read them. And what I am writing now is taken both from memory and from the events as they were recorded shortly after they occurred. This is not fiction but real events. When I have completed this, I will have a bonfire in my back yard and all these books will be destroy and there will be no...
I irritably flick the annoyingly thin pages of my magazine over for the twentieth time, hopelessly wishing I would find a riveting article that would last for half an hour. I had been staring out the window, lost in my own thoughts for a while, but then an old man sitting opposite me had said that ridiculous phrase – 'Cheer up, love, it's not the end of the...
The following story is a work of fiction. I write fiction, while I try to make it enjoyable for as many as possible, nothing's gonna' make everyone happy. So I hope you enjoy. There's a bit of tease, followed by some group, and some cuckolding towards the end, if any of this will offend you; you might want to depart now. -Medley "I can't believe how hot yo...