She was the lady of the manor, rich and powerful. Always knew what she wanted and made sure to take action to get it. She and her company had been working on gaining a contract with Gramie's Salt Water Taffies. It was hush hush, because of competition and few people on the company staff knew and so when the information leaked out Lady looked to her household...
Note: This is the third story involving encounters between me as a submissive male and a Dominant BBW who responded to an ad I ran online. These stories are fantasies, but some of the specific acts are things I have done and enjoy doing. If you are a woman or a couple that enjoys doing any of these things I would like to hear from you regardless of where you...
I realize that as a man with limited sexual knowledge I shouldn't be giving advice on such matters. However as a husband to two women (not at the same time, thank you very much) I do feel I can offer some guidance on this subject. The men I'm trying to help are the husbands of the world. As far as you men who have girlfriends, or fiancés or even those 'livi...
Having been a submissive at one point in my life, I can tell you that there is a simplicity in being a sub and surrendering control of one's self to another. For one like me, who was always meant to be a Dom, it was frustrating because I wanted to fight back to take back my control and my power for myself. But to be the Mistress I am today, I understand why...
It was a cold summer night and I was shivering in my frilly dress, but that was the least of my concerns. Today was the day, I hadn't seen my boyfriend in a week and I was about to burst. Not only from missing him, but from the sexual energy that had built up between us. Honestly, 7 days of near constant sexting will do that to you, but the only thing that...
Torrents of rain spattered against the 5th floor window on the dilapidated building on 51 Franklin Street. Water ran across the pidgin-shit white of the concrete exterior. Inside, a sleeping man tossed and turned, growing angrier and angrier. The weather in Boston had been terrible lately, and it did nothing to aid his sleep. The bags under his eyes were pro...
The clear vowels rise like balloons. Sylvia Plath I wish it were more than just the crystal tone of your voice rising from the rumpled sheets, the bed a distant landscape viewed from far above. The room a sky, an expanse, a horizon filled in blue with white clouds and today, rising into the horizon a thousan...
She had said this was going to be "breaking" night. Playtime was over. "I'm going to really hurt you this time...you will be safe, not permanently damaged, but mark my words, I WILL make you suffer so you know your place is at my feet—this will be real pain." I cowered a bit inside and wondered a bit. A bit of trepidation took over. She was caring and lovi...
I've always known that I enjoyed anal play and that ever since I started masturbating that I would sometimes use men in my fantasy. I'd even tried going to gay hangouts and answering classified ad's but always either backed out or ran like hell. So even though I wanted to try man to man sex it looked like I wasn't going to ever find someone I was comfortable...
Glancing at the clock above my monitor I am surprised by the hour. Once again I have stayed up too late writing. I wonder, as I shut down the computer, strip and crawl into bed, where does the time go? The sheets are clean, crisp and cold. My body shivers as I run my hands up and down trying to generate some body warmth. My nipples are achingly hard from th...