Since the last year of college, I knew nothing made me feel more alive than my fantasies of being a completely owned slave girl, loved and thoroughly used as a sensual object of desire by some woman I had yet to meet and love. She would keep me totally nude and exposed 24/7 (I would never be allowed clothing) and my duty would be to arouse her by my beauty,...
Reagan was horny. Well, Reagan was always horny. She didn't quite know why, but she knew that it hadn't seemed to be quenched in her four years of college. And her friend Michael wasn't helping her situation. His calls and emails and instant messages didn't alleviate her wetness. It just caused more. More desires. More fantasies. More realities. He was a...
"Have you ever been to a fish bowl party before?" Denise was startled when the older woman spoke. She was in a large living room in an even larger home and was nervous and scared. "No." Denise noticed that the woman was gentle and smiling, trying to put her at ease. "You look nervous. There is no need really. Everything is consensual and you can say no at...
There is nothing that turns me on more than a submissive woman. The thought of actually doing anything against her will horrifies me. It is the fact that a woman can permit a man to play spanking, humiliation and bondage games and in doing so realise her most deviant fantasies that is both a privilege and a huge turn on. I have been lucky enough to meet wome...
Chapter One The Participants This story is set in one of those bedroom communities that sprang up all around Los Angelus in the late Sixties and early Seventies. You may remember the type of neighborhoods they were. Three to five bedroom houses, views, big lots, swimming pools and multi-car garages. Usually the men had good paying jobs and were gone to wor...
She couldn’t help but touch herself. Her hand had disappeared beneath her shorts and her fingers were now sliding against hot, wet sex. What she read was nothing short of amazing. He had a way with words that stimulated all of her senses, making her tingle deep down inside. Her body came alive and her vivid imagination took over when his stories arrived. At...
Prologue – The Dream The dream was always the same. In the darkness of our bedroom I came to my lover, joining him in the pale moonlight wearing nothing but a sheer white nightgown, my heart pounding and my love for him greater than ever. In my dream I was aware of everything. The impossible softness of the carpet between my toes, the gentle caress of the...
Writers Note: I want to thank everyone for the fantastic support and emails you sent me on my first story series, "Spanking Kenny's Wife". I encourage you to send me your thoughts and comments on this series, too. After a huge fight with my wife 2 years ago, we spent a whole weekend making up. This turned out to be just about the best weekend of our marriag...
My name is Mike and I am 29 yrs old. My wife Rebecca is also 29 and we have been together since we were 17 years old. We have no children and both have good careers. I stand 5"9 and weigh 180lbs with an athletic build and have short brown hair with brown eyes. Rebecca is 5"5 weighing 112lbs with shoulder length curly brown hair and green eyes. Her body is ni...
A small brown man in an expensive but ill-fitting suit sat behind the desk, smiling benevolently at the man before him. "Your complaints are not dissimilar to many I've heard, Mr. Frusten. Your wife has borne you the two point zero zero zero children she felt was her duty and has now turned her attention to other matters. 'Getting on with her life' many wome...