Ch. 09: Scientia Sexualis I bowed to his will. After I confessed my desire for him, for what he did to me when we slept together, something changed. I did not lose my mind and become his soulless slave. Nor did I become a weaker or a lesser woman. But I did give my body to him and allowed him to craft my performance in ways that pleased him. Because that wa...
The hot, steamy shower poured onto our backs. Jessica grunted rhythmically as I pounded her from behind. Holding a soaking strand of her gorgeously long, auburn hair in each hand, I felt as though I was riding a wild young mare, desperately reigning her in as she galloped to the edge of the abyss. Too late: with a scream, Jessica powered to her shattering o...
It's true, I'd always been a rather shy, introverted, quiet man. Finding Shannon had seemed to change that, at least until now. Now I stood at a doorway, emotions running rampant and a fire burning inside like I'd never experienced before. Before this time, I don't know, I probably would have...well I just don't know. What I did know was that I needed a plan...
The summer that I turned eighteen followed my junior year in high school. It was the sixties, and my sexual experience was limited to, 'heavy petting' in the back seat of my mom's LTD. Teenage sex in rural America in the early 60's; it was happening, but not openly, and few talked about it. There were true, 'bad' girls, who fucked often and with multiple pa...
At the very moment she felt sorry for her new slave because he had had a bad youth, Agnes felt disgust for herself. How would she ever find satisfaction if she couldn't treat a man she never met before with the distant scorn one was supposed to feel for a slave? He was nothing, she was everything. She forced herself to sound cold towards him, and to deliv...
"Good morning your Lordship, your brother is in his office," Wicklow said, without even a skerrick of a grin, even though it was a standing joke at the Dorchester Hotel. "Good morning Rags. Coffee for my brother please Wicklow," the Duke of Almondsbury said. "Rags, we are not making enough progress. You are enjoying fucking a different slut every night. It...
The last bells of the school day had tolled, and 18-year-old Fiona listened as giggles and girlish taunts filled and left the hallways of St. Martin's. She sighed, scowling at her classmates as she restlessly shifted on the Disciplinarian's wooden bench, the one she had been snapped at to sit on by Sister Cecilia. Her ear still smarted from being dragged by...
Last time I visited James what an afternoon. First, he screwed me stupid, forceful, yet at the same time gently, making me come over and over again. Next he humped me doggy whilst we watched ourselves in the big mirror at the head of his bed: you can adjust its angle to the wall for that extra kinky view. God do my tits wobble when I do that, I look a proper...
Soft, white light. Opening my eyes felt like a novelty as I floated back into consciousness. I felt a vague sense of calm, contrasting to a half-remembered torment of exertion. That didn't matter now. I was warm, a little stiff, but comfortable. A few dull aches reminded me of their existence, but the idea that anything could hurt right now simply seemed out...
As I lay in the darkness, I tried to make sense out of the past few days. I thought of the bizarre things I had learned about my mother, and the rest of my family for that matter, and the strange relationship she and dad and Louise had shared. It seemed to me as if mother had concocted this wild and crazy scenario for their lives and then, wasn't satisfied w...