Blindfolded. The air in the room creating goose bumps to dance across my skin. The sound of my breathing amplified in the silence. I can feel you watching me. My hands bound behind me with strips of silk you wound around my wrists and halfway up my arms. My senses escalate as time passes in silence. I hear you move toward me and tilt my head in your directi...
A frame sat on the edge of a small bed. Long, pale hands held the picture frame in her lap; her knee's a little shaky. Droplets fell from her eyes onto the glass of the frame, her red hair dangling just above her hands. Alice sniffled quietly, more tears falling as she blinked her eyes. She brought one of her hands from the frame, and lifted it to her face,...
I'm standing in your office, just looking over the papers on your desk when I sense you approach behind me... My hands reach back on either side... Finding your lovely breasts, mmmm nice! Squeezing... Massaging... A little rougher than normal today... Feeling the nipples hardening already... Turning to face you, still massaging them.. Pinching the tips... He...
The fibers bite into my skin. i can feel them, one by one the coarse strands branding my skin with their pressure. i look up to the bonds which have me held, the other end of the rope tied to ring in the ceiling above the bed. my knees barely held my weight, my body stretched up to the heavens, a canvas for His wicked and delicious ideas of pleasure. my sh...
I never thought that he would like it the way that he has. But he loves the strap on more than he loves me. I'll never forget the night I bought it and first used it on him. I dominated him with such power, he must've thought I was a real dominatrix; he enjoyed being my little faggot. And I enjoyed it too. He was already submissive, the strap on added to tha...
Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors. * * * * Chapter 8: Used D+3 As soon as Brian gets back later that afternoon I tell him. I have to tell him. I can't wai...
'I still don't see why we have to help them.' Gabrielle said 'It's not like we need the money and this town is miles out of our route' 'Since when do you complain about our route?' asked Xena 'But to answer your question, this town is peaceful, the surroundings nice, and if solving this gives us a chance to relax here, I'm willing to do this.' 'Right but I s...
This is a five-part "tandem" story, written by two writers (Katherine English and Steven Whitman). Part V: Her The chill of the air conditioning assails my flesh as I feel my clothing part and my skin attempt to adapt to its altered state. My blouse...my favorite...a Victorian dream, lays in tatters about my feet. All that is left are my stockings, held i...
I'm in some dungeon or cellar, doesn't matter where or when. It's cold and wet in here. The only light comes from several red candles placed here and there around the room. The room is bare, save for three items; a chair, a bed and a coffin. The chair is plain, nothing extraordinary. The bed is a giant mass of wrought iron and curtains (I'm sure you can pi...
I felt him just a split second before strong arms snaked around my waist from behind. Even without turning around, I knew who it was. I could sense him ... smell him ... feel him. I couldn't dare explain how I know these things even though, in every sense of the word, he wasn't mine. But yet, at this moment, for now, he had chosen to envelope me in his embra...