Note: This story is the twentieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous nineteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly...
Hey, there. My name is Jacob Celestin and I'm a six-foot-one, kind of chubby yet still mildly good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm twenty one years old. Someone once told me that a young man's college days are supposed to be the best days of his life. If you ask me, somebody lied. These days, I'm definitely not havi...
First submission. Hope people enjoy it. I don't own anything to do with the show Castle, I'm just borrowing three of its ladies for some fun. * Yawning, Alexis Castle flopped onto the bench in the small locker room the 12th's morgue contained. While the 20 year old had jumped at a summer internship with Lanie Parish, she had forgotten about the nights tha...
Ch.02 – Rehearsals Begin This is the second part of our first attempt at erotica. It is in the Loving Wives section and is a fantasy that involves sex outside wedlock. If this type of thing offends you, stop reading! If you choose to read this, we sincerely hope you enjoy it. Monday I got up and went into work, but not as normal. It's wasn't usual for me t...
Part III- Monday We woke up and found the day's schedule on the floor by the door. It was similar to the previous day except the afternoon mysteriously listed Live Theater as the activity. We dressed in new swimsuits and walked breakfast. It was beautiful morning. The sun was already shining brightly. We greeted our new friends and after breakfast was ove...
As we putt-putted back around the little point of land that protected "our beach", I noticed a slight frown on our host's face. I wondered what was bothering him. Had one of us neglected an article of clothing? No. But something... Then I realized what it was. When we had left for the secret cove that morning, Gerry and I sat in the stern together, side by...
Sam stood in the cramped kitchen of his apartment, focused intently on the nascent sandwich before him. "You sure you don't want one, honey?" He called. "You need to eat." No response. Until Sam felt soft arms wrap around his stomach and a kiss on the back of his neck. "I'm fine, really," Amber said. His blonde girlfriend and roommate stood on tiptoes to...
Later that afternoon I found myself securely spread-eagled face-down on our bed with my mid-section raised by three pillows. As the two of them were tying me down, M. asked Emma if she wouldn't mind removing the giant steel butt plug. "Won't he feel empty and denied if we take that pleasure away from him," Emma asked. "You need for him to get something out...
Hours later, after they were finally too exhausted to move and sated with each other's bodies (for now), Douglas and Alice began to talk. "So, when did you..." she trailed on, looking up at the ceiling, curling up closer in his arms that were currently wrapped around her shoulders and with his legs propped up, acting as an arm rest. She could feel a burst o...
Note: This story is the forty-ninth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I str...