Author’s notes The following story is one that is under active development. It’s rooted in an idea that occurred to me the other day. We all have our own cravings, and sometimes we’re not even certain where they stem from. But what if that craving provided to be a slippery slope to a point of no return? All characters in this story are over the age of 18. 22...
"Stephen, what's in this big wooden trunk," Sarah my soon to be ex-wife asked as we cleared out the loft of my soon to be ex family home. "I don't know, junk probably," I suggested. "It might be bone China, we agreed I had the China." she said greedily as she stood there and if I half closed my eyes I could pretend she looked sexy with her in her dungarees...
The following is a fictionalized version of several real time sessions. A bow and tip of the hat to editor extraordinaire CW. *** I'm led into the room and told to remove all my clothes. The room is small and empty, save for a simple twin sized bed consisting of nothing more than a frame and mattress. I'm made to lie down on the bed; my wrists and ankles...
Note: I have experienced this. In skilled hands, it is very difficult to hold still and not moan. My mistress is nude and sitting comfortably with a glass of wine and a pad of paper on the table. I am standing nude and of course erect. Mistress has cuffed my wrists behind my back and attached a chain that is affixed to my collar. I cannot move my hands more...
"Are you ready to continue, Kerry, my sweet?" The DJs voice was almost hypnotic and Kerry found herself relaxing as she sat on the edge of the bed wrapped only in a rough bath towel. "I....guess so." Kerry said. She felt the now familiar pull as her mind picked up the playback of the night's events. She saw herself stand and back away from her sister's body...
The same somber music floated from the radio speakers as earlier and Kerry stared for a moment. When nothing further happened she shrugged and walked into the small bathroom telling herself it had all been a trick of her mind. There was no DJ with a smooth voice hosting a radio talk show with her as the guest star. It had all been her imagination. The dried...
The small hotel room looked tired and lifeless to the woman sitting on the side of bed. Kerry sighed. She had very little memory of how she'd come to be here. She just knew that things had gone wrong back home. She'd lost her lousy job, lost her true love and at the same time lost the only family she had left. Her grey eyes threatened to well up with tears a...
(FM, femdom, anal, nc) Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2002 Couture *********** "Will you be a dear and clean the kitchen tonight?" I asked my husband, who was sitting in his recliner watching television. "Come on honey, I'm watching something right now." Bryan said, pointing the...
(FM+F+) So we parked out back, way out back. The club was hopping tonight. It is always so warm in "Emerald Dungeon" when it got crowded. I love it when it is packed, so much to watch. Getting out of the truck, I was feeling hot even with the cold breeze and drizzle in the air. I was in my favored fuck me heels, 4" and with the cute little straps around th...
[FM/F; D/s; bondage; humiliation; blackmail] Synopsis: This story is the first part of a 5 part assignment written for a Taskmaster from the BDSM Library Academy. The instructions set for this assignment were to write a fantasy story about a sexual rendezvous with a real life person who I despise. The Bitch is just such a person and in this first part, my a...