***Author's note. I like to explore how the BDSM dynamic can transform conventional relationships. A good marriage is in a constant state of flux. When you suddenly introduce dominance and submission into the mix, it's fun to watch. This story primarily deals with the circumstances that led to Cum Hole becoming s slave to his wife.*** ***** The slave named...
I wish now that I knew what you were thinking when you let yourself in. It was one those typically hot, steamy summer nights and it was very late. Later than usual for you to be coming over. Ivan and I had stopped expecting your arrival an hour or so earlier and gone on to entertain ourselves. Which was where we were at the moment of your arrival. Ivan was...
Dearest, I find myself at a loss of what to write to you. How can I put into words, the feelings you conjure, and the tantalizing visuals you produce in my head? How can I write a fantasy, knowing it will never be exactly what I want, because I orchestrate it, rather than we? When my lips brush yours, would you lightly stroke the nape of my neck with your...
Chapter 3. The Cold Winds of Gallifrey Night time, Gallifrey slept. Quietly I slipped from her arms and sliding my feet into soft carpet slippers tiptoed naked to the console. Habits are hard to break after seeming centuries of endless repetition. The universe summoned from the liquid screens and my eyes traveled from headline to headline searching out a...
The minute I got back to our room, I stripped off my wet suit and immediately started to stroke my pussy. At this point I was so hot that I had to have some relief. I knew I was excited, but even I was surprised at how wet my pussy was. I was practically dripping as my fingers toyed with my clit, and then my pussy. I went to the nearest bed, lied down and cl...
It was hot. Not your average hot. I'm talking the kind of hot that you only get when you're below sea level, summertime, 100% humidity, New Orleans hot. The air is thick, the breeze is slow and you feel like your clothes are melting right off of your body. But for some reason, it draws you in. The smell of jasmine and crawfish, the electric energy, the faint...
Nicole's Note: In the real world, playing with fantasies of hypnotic nonconsent requires a foundation of deep trust, as well as things like safewords and aftercare. This is a fantasy, as I hope the goblins and witches make clear. ;) Also, if you're reading this in August, please keep wearing masks and social distancing. We don't get to act like the pandemic...
He's at it again. Yack, yack, yacking. How can one man be so dense that he can't see that my eyes are glazed, my mind, now nearly full of stuff that I may never need has begun to turn to mush. I have just become a receptacle for his useless, endless chatter. I am so far beyond caring what is streamed into head that I now make no effort to take in and process...
Now that Desiree and I were a couple, we spent the rest of the winter together. Usually, it was at one of our houses, or occasionally at a friend's. This led to a lot of fun, but a lot of frustration as we almost never found ourselves alone with any kind of privacy. However, like teenagers everywhere, we found ways. At school, we would climb the ladders beh...
To that special someone, with my endless gratitude. ( You know who you are ) Yes, I'm indeed grateful to you. Grateful because you showed me, or should I say reminded me, of the abundant pleasures and delights that the body of a sexy lady offers to the attentive man. Let's start with your hair. Memories of being treated to the tantalizing way your hair...