I glanced into the darkness of the alleyway. I couldn't see anything, but that didn't mean no one was there. This time of night you had to be careful. I quickly peeked at my watch, I was supposed to be at work already. The alley was a shortcut that could cut fifteen minutes off my route. "Screw it" I jogged into the alley. I had barely stepped into...
You were walking in the rain. You'd just brought a porno about dominant women. You went to get a taxi cab. There were two people already in there. A gypsy came by and tried to get in. "Can you make room?" she asked. "Sorry, lady, it's filled," you said. You told the driver to drive. She muttered some gypsy curse at you. You get home and t...
My wife and I continued to see Doctor Stern in the months that followed. We learned how shifting our power dynamic can help her to cope with the childhood sexual trauma that had colored our sex life since we met. I had not even been aware of our dynamic until we explored it with Dr. Stern. She helped us to create a space where my wife was in control and felt...
"OK, I'll try to start at the beginning. I guess that makes sense," Zerzinski said. Once again, he looked toward the corner of the room. Where he kept his memories, apparently. He was finally seeming to be more or less at ease with telling me stories that include intimate details. I would certainly understand if he never got used to it. But it sure flows...
Dear Fellow Literoticans, This is the third installment of my non-fiction series (see "My Friday Night" and "My Saturday Night"). While it is obviously intended to turn you on, this isn't just a 'stroke story,' so if you're looking for a quick way to get off, you might want to move along. That said, this story contains cross-dressing (obviously), femdom, r...
(A standalone short.) * She put something in her drink. But not to take advantage... * Someone must have slipped something into her drink. Beyza was usually so careful. Never would she leave her drink unattended in a public space. That was just inviting disaster. And never would she accept a drink from a stranger; only from her closest friends, and even...
This is a story of financial domination. All characters are adult and willing participants. If you don't like Femdom fetishes, please search for other stories. ***** Another Nice Arrangement Jeff sat on the sofa and squished his thighs together, smashing his swollen balls between them. It had now been three weeks since he had his last orgasm and the sens...
Spread eagle is my definitely my favorite bondage position. I love it. Tying at the feet is not always necessary, but the hands, absolutely. Even though a pair of cuffs in the middle do have their place, I'm a firm believer in hands at the corners. Some sort of strapping under the bed, whatever... we just want his arms out. Face up, of course. You will need...
The diary continued for quite some pages. I was looking forward to reading more later. But there was a schedule to keep. I grabbed my notepad and recorder and headed toward Zerzinski's place. "The thing is," Zerzinski said matter-of-factly, "if I heard some of the things I have said to you when I was younger, I would have thought I was an asshole." "Even...
Introduction: Authors note: Hello dear reader, this is my first story in this website and english is not my first language, but i am up for the challenge. Hope you like my story, and comments are aways appreciated. I decided to write this story seeing how short-lived most of the stories happen to be in this website (no offence intended) , so i hope that my s...