I am a kinky woman. Funny, when I was growing up I never thought of myself in that way. In fact I considered myself the All American Girl. When I thought of sex, it was always a vision of hearts and romance, lots of kissing, and straight sex in the missionary position, man on top of course. Even something as relatively common as oral sex never crossed my min...
BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have o...
This is a true story, from my model and friend, Kasey's perspective. She relates to me her feelings and thoughts and I write. We have a lot of fun doing it and we hope you have a lot of fun reading. We love hearing the results! You should read the first part of this series to discover how we arrived at this point, but can still enjoy this without doing so....
Chapter One Two weeks after the Femdom Spanking Poker Party, Marion and Debbie had been invited to a luncheon at the home of one of the ladies who was on vacation the night of the party, Sara. Attending the luncheon was all those in attendance that night (Jacki, Jenny, Beth, Marion, and Debbie, plus the two missing women, Sara and Gloria. Debbie and Marion...
Chapter 17 - Ride the Pony I fought to catch a breath as she rode my face. With my nose planted up her ass and my mouth working her cunt, I struggled for air. I hoped this was my last service of the night. I had come to expect that Marry's ride signaled the end of each of my nights. "Oh baby, that's it. Harder...harder...oh yah, stick that tongue up my pus...
This older true story is from 2003, but thought I'd post it anyway... This story is 100% true. I met my first Mistress online at a BDSM board about 2 months ago. She lives in the same city as I work. One of the best things I love about her is that when she cums, she squirts, and I mean a lot. She also has already started whoring me out to other women(one s...
Karen woke up, smiling as she felt Sam's lips on her arsecheeks. Glancing at the alarm clock she saw it was almost 10, and though she had enjoyed the lie in, Karen closed her eyes again for a minute, enjoying her sub's gentle kisses. "Morning bitch" Karen purred, still waking up. "You can give my arsehole a kiss while you're down there." She let out a sl...
My Father's an electrician, he hates it but it pays the bills so it's worth the trouble, and you meet nice people. One day he woke up sick and couldn't get out to work, and asked me to fill in for him. I'm no electrician but he said it was just one job and the lady only needed a couple light bulbs replaced, which I know how to do, and she only lived a kilome...
***this story contains watersports. Pass it by or give it try. The choice is yours. If you do read it, please leave some feedback and vote.*** The Adult Entertainment Expo was a sexaholics dream. There were enough free giveaways to satisfy a guy's appetite for a t least a few months. Most companies gave away promotional DVD's or photos, and there were alway...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...