This is another true story, probably the last one (for now) worth writing about. I have been fucked while dressed 19 times to date. Not nearly as many times as I'd like (as I type this though, I have an ad posted on Craigslist again and hoping for another memorable story to relay to my readers), 9 of which were with a regular I had for a short time, and was...
Through low, crawling clouds of charcoal the train prowls and comes to a stop. A whistle shoots from the beast and pushes its passengers out the doors. Their wing-tip shoes tap like computer key strokes against the cold concrete. As each of them descends from the passenger car they meet my eyes and quickly look away. They each have the same motionless, ash-h...
My wife and I are unable to enjoy normal sexual relations do to an ongoing medical condition with my wife. She is completely unable to have any form of sex without pain and severe bleeding. I have tried to be understanding, but it does get difficult sometimes. However, my wife came up with a rather interesting way of solving the problem. Since she has lost...
Finally, she returned, my beautiful Mistress, Jamie, she who dominates my thoughts, she after whom I lust despite my willful, wanton, stupid behavior. My erection grew yet more, precum dripped, the head of my swollen cock glistened. I lay strapped down on Mistress Jamie's bench. Mistress said nothing. Her coldness radiated with fury. Ironic, isn't it, cold,...
I imagine being in your arms. It's nightfall, and under the stars, within the shadows of our own porch, we're embracing, touching, kissing. In the dark, we enter our home unable to stop caressing each other's bodies. I imagine a steamy shower next. Water cascading down our bodies. An intoxicating feeling of soap suds, body oils, and your hands. Kissing mor...
Tonya wondered how it would feel to have his hands kneading the round plump rear that she could now see in the mirror. He'd had such a gentle but electric touch when he'd held her in his arms. She rubbed her arms across her shoulders and ran a hand across her bottom giving it a slight squeeze. And when she did she could feel the wetness that had grown from...
The king sat in his golden throne in the Great Hall. It was a wide open chamber lined with white alabaster stone. A ruby coloured carpet reached from his throne to the double doors. "Gunrue! Come forward!" called out the king. His voice echoed within the chamber as it bounced off the wall. A young man with spiky blonde hair dressed in a red cloak entered th...
By Dan57 from an idea by Dahlia57 epilogue? On the next morning, Rohini put on a business suit and arrived quite early at the headquarters of the company owned by her husband Mukherjee. She had found in the mail waiting for her, a letter from her friend Vanessa that officially informed her she was appointed senior vice president of the company. She should...
This is an autobiographical story, with just a few name changes, and maybe a few slight memory errors, as it has been a decade. The subject matter is decidedly dark, even by my standards, so you have been warned. I decided to put this down after a discussion in a comments forum. This is deliberately in present tense because that is the appropriate voice here...
"Here she is mistress," announced the white rabbit. "What's the meaning of this? You're ten minutes late." "I'm sorry mistress." "Do you think I've got time to wait around for my slaves?" "No, of course not, I'm really sorry mistress." "Sorry is not good enough. You know what happens to slaves who are late, don't you?" "Yes mistress." "Well, what?" "...