[ ver 1.3 Most of the French is obvious or soon implied. Longer or more difficult wording is translated in square braces like these. Until after the cop flirted, this is all true --- I did change the names and ages of those involved. Mich's behavior over the bill is also true. If all you want is the hot scenes, skip to == Police == ] =======================...
True story, about the law of unintended consequences. .................................................. It was always the four of us. Jimmy, Rocky, Zane, and me. We went to school together, rode our motorcycles together, two of us worked together. Non of us was married, well Rocky was for awhile, but it didn't work out. Every weekend for the most part w...
They simply stood before her. Each erect. Each larger than the last. Veins pulsing, pounding & eager. She lays there, unable to move. Too exhausted from the hours of constant sexual punishment her limp body was bombarded with just seconds ago. She gives in. She puddles. She exhales. Her slightly lifted head collapses to the pillow beneath. Her heavy fingers...
Dominic shifted in the hard airplane seat wincing as the movement caused a flare of pain to burn through his side. Muttering a curse he reached for the latch to tilt the seat back alleviating only a small amount of his pain. Normally the wound would have healed within hours of receiving it but for the fact that the blade that sliced through his flesh was mad...
A Learning Time In The BDSM Lifestyle: A Master's love & a sub's trust A Master's love for his sub runs deep, and is earned and gives with A/all his heart. He earns the trust of the person becoming his sub. T/they grow T/together in a relationship that will take T/them into a lifestyle where T/they work to please the other. This process starts with a courti...
I had been in bondage as a sex slave for over a year. In this time I had been trained to serve and endure incredibly dark sexual torture by my Master and Mistress. I knew what I was supposed to do, and how I was supposed to obey. My Owners dictated my entire existence; by now I had forgotten my previous life as a free young woman. They had taken my name away...
I didn't need to imagine a stimulating, exotic and erotic setting. I'd missed it, not having visited for several months. But there I was. A late afternoon. Sitting on the deck in her and her husband's beautiful home. Scrub oak, pine trees; a vista of red rock formations contrasting against a late afternoon azure sky; the verdant green of the golf course; a c...
My dom instructed me to write and post this true story. Since I had a Dr. appt at the end of the day, I knew it would be a good time to visit the bookstore. It's been several weeks since I've sucked a cock, so my Dom felt I needed to be fed today. We texted throughout the day, but he wouldn't be able to meet me. I also had been chatting with another local D...
The dyed-black haired girl, mistress of this dungeon, was covered in large colourful flower tattoos, her hair cropped in an uneven fringe around the shaved sides of her head. Her nipples, clit, eyebrows and nose were pierced and threaded with simple silver rings which glinted in the dungeon's harsh light. She was very young and very pretty but her sex appeal...
Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket on an icy cold winter's night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her 'slumber of the dead' a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired,...