Gio è un ragazzo di 21 anni, alto circa un metro e novanta e dal fisico abbastanza atletico, l'unica vera pecca del suo fisico è il pene, decisamente piccolo che raggiunge appena i 7 cm. Stava camminando in un supermercato in cerca di un negozio dove poter compare dei vestiti, era un giorno di estate abbastanza caldo e il centro commerciale era pieno di gent...
I awoke on the side of the road to the sound of someone speaking loudly into a telephone while holding me down. "Yea, I have her under control now, but she hasn't really calmed down at all and still seems confused. Just look for the glowing blue flashlight and come as quickly as you can please." I saw the blurry face of a man, and then realized with horror t...
This is the 5th part of a 12 part tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves. 5. Writer's Block Over the next month Deanna seemed noticeably more distracted and detached. She had not bound Thomas once in that time, nor had she taken any opportunity to chastize Michael for any inadequacies, real or manufactured. There were no special dinner demands for Abel or...
Lentamente riprendo coscienza...mi ricordo solo di essere passato vicino ad un furgone e di avere sentito una gran botta sulla testa...poi il buio.. Adesso mi sveglio e mi sento intontito..sono su un letto ma non riesco a muovermi...le mie braccia e le gambe sono legate...al letto...mi guardo intorno e vedo che sono stato svestito e sono rimasto in mutande.....
As sunrise wakes the questing hand To twitch beneath the sheet, The morning finds its orchestra To drum out new dawn’s beat. With warming note of whistled breeze To rise the morning wood, Who shan’t finger to accomp’ny When playing feels so good? Let every woman, with her hand —strike her dawn song. Call every man, to come and stand —‘join our dawn song.’ ‘T...
Meg waltzed in wearing a party hat—a conical thing with spiral squiggles, bright cherry sparklies, and a little spray of limp confetti at its peak. The silly thing looked quite good on her, actually. But then, everything looks good on her. Anything looks good on her. Nothing looks especially good on her. Whatever. You get the idea. She handed me a present,...
In this story a wealthy and eccentric musician/sound recordist captures the scintillating song of his bound chanteuse. Bondage, sadism, "forced" toy and oral sex. * He likes her best this way. She is on her back, her ass midway off the piano bench. Her black silk clad legs are tied wide apart to the legs of the wooden altar, her pretty feet are in three in...
There was a peculiar coda to this whole amazing affair. About two months later, in mid-February, long after the young people had gone back to their respective colleges and left Daniel and Shirley alone to reacquaint themselves—sexually and otherwise—as husband and wife, there was a tentative knock on the door. It was on a Saturday afternoon, and Shirley was...
This is the first story in what I hope will eventually be a larger collection. Or maybe it will be the only one, considering how long it took to complete. I have a bit of a hangup regarding posting a story that's not finished; far too many of my favorite serials have been abandoned and left as monuments to premature expostulation...and so if you're reading t...
It was not a simple wish. It was a need. A desire. Lucy had not been fucked for months, and she needed it. The preparation was an essential part of the ritual. A piping hot bath, the scrupulous washing and cleaning, the razored smooth armpits and legs, that tingling scented sensation on her naked body as she towelled down before returning to the bedroom to...