It was often said by my friends who often spent the late hours of the night devoted to some hedonistic act, that I have far too sober attitude towards life than any 22 had any right to. In fact that was how my friend John would end his tales of his most recent debauched acts. We would often spend the Monday evening in the apartment drinking whiskey, while he...
My husband has fantasized about me being with a black man for years now. I resisted for years, but eventually a combination of his continued "badgering" over the subject, and, truthfully the curiosity that years of role playing, finding my husband's stash of interracial porn, and the recent craze of white girl/black guy dating pushed me to finally give in. I...
My new wife, as it turns out, was a whore before she met me. Not a street walker or even a call girl but nonetheless a whore. She repeatedly met with men and had sex with them in exchange for gifts or money. They did not always just give her money directly. Often they gave her expensive gifts, paid for her apartment, took her on trips to exotic places or cov...
Robert was late getting to the club. He hated being late anytime, but particularly this time, because he'd agreed to be part of the show. He hoped he hadn't missed his chance. The week before, the club's owner and dungeon master had announced that a pair of well-known, experienced Dommes would be visiting from out of town to give demonstrations. They neede...
by Micaela Reynolds as told to BrettJ © 2009 Because of the nature of our club, we have to be careful. Paul and the entire clan make sure security is tight, that our Members understand the rules and that their invited guests can be equally discreet and they understand the boundaries we establish. One of the most important is "No means no !" On only on...
Hey all, I hope this scene tides you over to the next one. If you want to inspire me to write faster, give me your flattery and scorn and everything else via the contacts page here. ***** First I'd have to road-test the merchandise. Okay, I didn't *have* to, I wanted to. "What's your name, kid?" I asked as I pulled him into the lady's room with me and lo...
Linda Brooks sat on the couch in her den reading Good Housekeeping. She had the stereo playing the Grand Canyon Suite. Outside, the wind was blowing the branches of a tree against the house. From the lower level of her tri-level house, the voices of her husband's poker pals occasionally interrupted her concentration. It was Saturday night. The Saturday nigh...
She stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at her profile. She would not have said admiring as to be honest like most females, she could find fault with most of her body. Still the pale blue dress looked good. The heeled shoes made her look slimmer. The bra was a good one and gave her a nice shape. All in all the profile was not too bad. She turn...
At last! As always, all characters are over the age of 18. ***** Orchid twirled and swayed on the small elevated round stage, letting the thump thump thump of the timpanium guide her movements. She grinned joyfully at the watching men, reveling in the attention, the spectacle, the entire experience. 'This is why I was Chosen,' she thought as she danced....
Thio looked worn and tired when he came back. He barely had the strength to crawl onto the bed and collapse face down. I sat down next to him and ran my hands over his back, trying for the soothing circles he often offered me. "Thio?" I had never seen him like this. Should I be worried? Could demons get sick? Depressed? "I'm fine." His voice was muffled by...