Archana is smiling but also looks nervous as everyone walks outside and sits on patio chairs by a bar near the swimming pool. She looks ravishing in her short off-shoulder tight blue dress that made me want to jump her earlier. Clearly, it has had the same effect on Steve, because he is sitting in a chair right next to her and stroking her bare shoulder and...
Alistair woke suddenly, his body and face drenched with beads of cold sweat. If his heart still beat it would no doubt sound like a dozen horses trapping through a cobbled street. Something had dragged him from his death like slumber. He looked around the room in a frantic panic. It was still day, his internal clock alerting him to the sun's height outside t...
I was raised as a Catholic and when I was younger, I use to be very staid about sex. I lost my virginity fairly late (23), and really thought sex was the missionary position with the lights off. Things move in mysterious ways and we embark on many journeys in our life, not always knowing where the endpoint is. Although my journey of sexual pleasure started a...
Chapter 1: Post-Divorce Playtime by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 My good friend BrettJ has consented to relate my story to you. I hope you all enjoy it. At times, I find it hard to believe its all real, but it is and I am happy in my life and wouldn't change a damned thing. Matter of fact, someday, I think I may have to thank my ex-husband f...
Linn flitted about the kitchen nervously -- which was unusual for her, as she was not the type of person who got nervous. But she wanted everything to be perfect, for her and for Codi. She'd dressed casually for now, not wanting to get her dressy clothes messy, so she only wore a tight-fitting pair of jeans and tiny top. Even casual, to anyone who saw her,...
Chapter One: the Foundation I am writing this at the command of my most gracious and loving Lord and Master "Artoris". In it I am to tell you of my journey from a most obedient daughter of the faith to that of becoming a totally submissive slut for my Master that knows no bounds. It is most unique in several ways: While totally submissive (collared, brande...
The party was at Mondo’s house, as it always was, almost every weekend, and especially holidays. But it wasn’t like I went there all the time, every once in a while sufficed. And of course you were always there when I was, most of the time anyway, and when you weren’t it just wasn’t the same. I kind of felt it was the same with you. Vodka and orange juice i...
As I come home, in the spur of the moment, I pick the cardboard box from the closet. As I hear the familiar metal sound from the content inside, I can already feel something stirring in me. It has been a while since my last adventure, and all this time a long string of jobs and commitments did take me away from my favourite pastime: self bondage. On top of...
This is a continuation from "The King of Middlesex - Part 1". I'd like to think that this story can stand on its own but for full context, you may want to read that one first. Full warning, some or even most of the sexual activity depicted here is bisexual. I don't mean as in accidental same sex contact but gloriously normalized and celebratory. If that sort...
I must have been out of it for a while, because when I woke up, I wasn't even on the chaise longue anymore. In my sleep, the Bottoms somehow managed to get me from the back porch to the master bedroom and cover me with just a slight sheet, as too much of a blanket in that heat would have been bad news. It was actually very dark and I could hear heavy breathi...