Stepping off the train I see you straight away, you walk toward me in a casual way and I hold back the urge to run to you. It seems to take an eternity to get to you then I stand there and look up at you, your head lowers to mine and we kiss. My arm's wrap around your neck and yours around my waist. We kiss deep and hard or tongues mingling together, you pul...
Dozens of times I had bit and licked gently at the neck of my various lovers. But in my dreams I feel the sudden burst of sharp smooth strong fangs. Before I use them to release the sustenance held within him, I run my tongue over the point. Down the elongated enamel of an eye tooth. I feel the tip slip between taste buds. Thoughts jumble and pass through my...
"People always ask the wrong questions." A cloud of beer breath enveloped me and I looked up to see a typical Friday night lager jockey. Six pints in, tie askew, sweaty, aging skin loose and jowly. Washed up on my table, spun into me by a social eddy, pushed loose from his office friends by a strange current in the busiest pub in London. He looked down at me...
To say it was a surprise is an understatement. Though my habits were such that I knew something would happen sooner or later. As I got older (I was by then 66) obviously that time drew closer. The surprise was that it was my heart that betrayed me after dealing with spinal problems for so long. It wasn't a hard attack, nor was it painful. There was nothing...
"Good puppy." my Master declares as he completes my bounds to the high-backed chair that I am sitting on, in my own marital dining room. Naked, and wearing his red collar, I look deep into his beautiful eyes and obediently reply "Thank you Sir Jay." as he now stands in front of me, fully clothed, admiring his bondage skills. My heart pounds inside my chest...
Samantha Carter sighed wearily and ran a hand through her short hair. It had been a long night. The gate had been malfunctioning, and she'd spent hours trying to work out what was wrong. General Hammond had ordered her to get some rest, but she'd ignored him, knowing that only she could fix the gate. She'd managed to get it sorted, realising that a program...
Each time you do this, it always starts the same. You would think by now that you would be used to it, but each time, it sends shivers up your spine. The appointed time arrives, you leave your house wearing the same outfit: long coat, nothing out of the ordinary, with everyday pumps and thigh highs. Anyone looking at you would not know that anything was o...
Dearest Pony, Laying here naked on my new satin sheets stretching my legs, my back and flexing my stomach. I feel the blood rushing to my lower regions bring back happy memories and future touches in the days, months and years to cum. I drift in and out of the waking space of sleep and I think... I press my cock harder into the sheets, flexing my ass and th...
Something short before bed, might continue this later- You never know! Love, issy x *** Fingers moved over flesh causing the submissive's breaths to come out in little puffs. Exploring his body slowly, his Mistress listened for the signals that told her where he was sensitive. His ears, nipples and thighs seemed to be the places that made him react mos...
It's the crop. She is shrouded in darkness at the far end of the room, but faintly I see the silver sleeve of its handle glint in the light. The crop is a good sign. I hope. The crop is everyday discipline, minor corrections, "encouragement", as once she called it. Outside as I waited, I'd feared the worst, the bitter, burning anguish of the dressage whip...