As a woman, I don't know what it would be like to have your cock completely worshipped and adored for hours on end—but I imagine it would be pretty fantastic! I happen to be on the worshipping end, and I love paying homage to what, in Tantra, is called the Lingam (pronounced ling-ahm)—which loosely translates into "Wand of Light." In the physical sense, it i...
Debbie belatedly realized that she might have forgotten her evening ritual when she noticed her CycleBeads on her nightstand. She looked at her calendar and counted the days since the Monday over a week ago that she had circled when she started menstruating. That was eleven days ago. She then counted the beads on her CycleBeads from the brown bead. The marke...
A week after the photography session in the villa Dean was rising from his bed, ready for his morning shower, when the cell door opened on Moriarty. She offered him a wan smile and sat on the bed without a word. Her tense look hinted at bad news. She patted the bed and he returned to sit on the blankets. "I'm afraid the Board have sent me new instructions....
Sal's photography group had an evening, a few days later, out in the town photographing buildings. How strange for Sal to walk with the group in that very shopping mall where she had walked almost naked and even to see again and photograph from interesting angles the building where she had been spread across a desk naked and exposed to men. Sal found the vis...
Day 12 Another day, another glorious day; it is what I so like about a Mediterranean summer compared to an English one - the guarantee of sunshine and warmth. It is not to say I do not like England in the summer; an English summer's day spent in the perfect English countryside can be the best of things drifting into a warm English night - but there is no gu...
"Do me a favor, will you?" Marge said one morning. I owed her a few, so I was willing. So long as it wasn't expensive. "Sure," I said. "What do you need?" "I need you to help me with Paddy," Marge said, looking down at the floor. "Who's Paddy?" "She's my niece." "She been acting up or something?" "I almost wish she would. She's turned nineteen, she's n...
"The ice machine is at the end of the hall," she called to him before opening the door to room 1210 and disappearing inside. As he filled the bucket from the machine his hands shook, and not from the cold. Was he reading this right, he wondered? Or was it just because it had been a while since he had been with a woman, was his hungry body clouding his common...
Chapter 7 – A black Apéritif You moved behind the Negro, running your fingers once again between his oiled buttocks and exploring the most sensitive parts of his body. His cock, already hard, stiffened as your fingers reached his huge scrotum. You crouched and peered between his legs, searching for the ligature which continued to restrain his genitals. Ca...
Eric loved his wife. She was a good mother to their two young children and a perfect homemaker. There was just one problem. A few years after their last child was born, she simply lost interest in sex. It was caused by a health issue and medications that essentially zapped her libido. The couple discussed it openly and sought medical advice, but to no avail....
I thought I would share something that happened in the autumn, which has since led to other things. Linda likes to surprise me from time to time with some instructions that I have to follow. Part of the thrill is that I never know when or where the instructions will be or what they are. One evening we were both going out but to different places, and our tim...