I remember how jealous my older sister always got when I was little and my mother would brush my straight, thick blond hair. "You should have been a girl, Robin," Sis would say, shaking her frizzy, dirty-blond locks. It bothered me because I was not a girl. I was a boy. Mom would sigh and tell me that most girls would kill to have hair like mine, not onl...
Day 4 - The return to Reality It's now morning my love, and we awaken in each others arms, and its time to head back to reality - to our simple lives back home. You look at me and smile and begin to rub my pussy - you tell me we have one last moment in bed together. I am wet quick because your fingers know exactly where to roam. You slide on top of me - thr...
Just Another Day? It was a typical Saturday morning - up by seven, read the newspaper, drank some coffee, and dressed by eight. The moment we were dressed, Cindy got busy with her usual weekend chores, while I checked the mail and paid some bills on-line. During one of her many trips into my home office, Cindy suggested that we should do a bit of Christma...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story. Monday, April 16: For the last seven of my eighteen years, I had been fending for myself, my parents and brothers having been...
I suppose that you could say that I was a bit prudish. I worked at a library, day in and day out, shushing people and helping students find reference books for their next big report. I had been married for 9 years and while the sex was good, it was infrequent and I was often not "in the mood." It just didn't seem to cross my mind as much as other people. Tha...
It has been the longest road trip ever and I am bored. I glance over at you and get an idea. I turn in my seat to face you and reach my left hand to slowly rub the back of your head and neck. I dig my fingers in to release any tension I find there. My nails are long enough so I can run them up and down the short hair on the back of your neck. I know you love...
Song's arms were bound over her head by her wrists to a rafter of the drafty log cabin. he old rope was thick and fraying and rough on her skin. The feeling intensified the rest of her senses. Being bound made her mind go places that she did not want it going, and the pain made that even that much more delicious. She hated that her pussy reacted the way that...
At lunchtime on Friday, you send me a text message: "When you get home from work, put your suction cups on your nipples. I want them nice and big ready for this evening." I can barely concentrate on my work throughout the afternoon as I try to imagine what you might have planned for the evening. I get home and put on my suction cups, feeling them pull my n...
After having heard and physically witnessed his and Chitra's interludes, where they fucked and enjoyed, her sister Chitra noticed him one afternoon at the market, while she was shopping for groceries. One look at him and her body blazed with lust. He walked like a panther, his muscles rippling smoothly under his tight T-shirt and jeans. When he left the mark...
Mistress Sheila grabbed my leash and led me toward her dungeon. It's not easy moving quickly when on your hands and knees, and I scrambled after her trying not to delay her. I didn't want to irritate her any further. We entered her dungeon, and she walked directly over to the wooden horse. "Stand up," she commanded. I stood tall, but Mistress was unhappy....