It was the first week of the Fall Semester at the bucolic campus of Rice University. Some 30 graduate students were shuffling into the small lecture hall for the first class of the semester. "Good morning, class. My name is Professor Gary Fleming, and I welcome you to your graduate level course entitled the Dynamics of Asymmetrical Relationships. Everyone p...
"You want me to what?" He stood there, at the bedroom door, still holding his briefcase. She was sitting on the edge of the bed that was still not made, still only in her nightgown, even though it was already five in the afternoon. An all too familiar sight nowadays, he thought. "You heard me," she said and looked up. "I want you to stop cumming. Forever."...
Lisa had confided in a friend, who'd passed her on to a friend, who knew of a group, one of whose members was David. Eventually, they'd met for coffee. He was older than she, in his late 30s or early 40s. Medium looks, trim build, sandy hair, business-casual dress. She had an impression of self-assurance, but not in any ostentatious way. He seemed more like...
Callum Hayes liked to think that he'd made good of his time at university. He had just started his second year at Stepchurch, a new-build Poly in East London, and people were starting to know his name. It wasn't the best university out there, but his A-Levels hardly set the world on fire. At the time he'd blamed this on external circumstances, such as having...
The taste of things forbidden is always sweetest in dark shot through with blades of pale light, Gem muses as she let the dark curtain of her waist-length curls fall over a bare, flawless shoulder. She gazes down at the fair head bent over her knee-high leather boots, at the milky skin of the man's shoulder that is limned and impaled by sharp slivers of mo...
Six months later she was still pissed. No one had ever blown her off without so much as a "fuck you." What was worse, she'd trotted out most of what she'd thought was a rather impressive resume for this one. To no avail. Oh, sure, they'd gotten drunk, fucked liked minks, come all over themselves half the night. And no wonder. They'd built up enough tension i...
Divine Mistress Catja, Having right now an extra air mattress so I can lay on the mattress. This way your slut is able to present its analcunt on better height to serve you. Doing blowjobs goes deeper and deeper in my throat. Hoping your whore is allowed to deepthroat you while you're standing. Your slut found yesterday a perfect nylon which one I will wea...
She was incredibly voluptuous, and obviously dressed to be a prick-teaser---a Barbie Doll, with a Barbie Doll hairdo and long eyelashes and a luscious mouth just made for eating, a ninety-nine G bust that threatened to bust out of a super tight blue nylon blouse, a tight waist, slim hips, an ass that the palms of my hands itched to grab hold of and a pair of...
She stared down at her toes on which she now pivoted. Her mind wandered to earlier in the day when she relaxed in a comfy chair at the nail salon while a sweet Korean girl attended to her feet. She had sat high on a platform, looking down on the girl bathing and massaging her feet. It was somewhat empowering, up on her perch, to watch someone perform a task...
The next week seemed to drag. She kept herself occupied but her mind returned constantly to the afternoon in the basement and the dark man to whom she had surrendered control for those hours. The question nagged her. Would she return? She was conflicted. The experience had been at once humiliating and exhilaration. She had experienced a gamut of emotion...