"I... I can't. I'm sorry." Ellie gazed at Tom, apologetically. "I don't understand. We've been together for two years. Do you not trust..." "Of course I trust you. Trust has nothing to do with this." There was a long pause as Ellie shifted the weight of her five-foot-six frame on Tom's bed. "Then why won't you... do it, for me?" Tom replied while still em...
SS39: "How To Tickle A Girl Insane" *** After two stories featuring husband-and-wife BDSMperors Mrs. Sandra Ariana Burton and Mr. Louis Oliver Burton at the forefront ("How To Break A Bad Rabbit" and "How To Wage A Wargasm"), I've brought them back for a third time—well, just Sandy this time (Lou had a similar previous engagement to keep this same even...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "Come on please?" I begged. "Why do you need to tie me up again?" "It's for that survival group I'm in. We need to learn to tie different types of knots for different situations. But mainly things get tied down to hold something in place," I explained. "And why do you need me?"...
ONE The maitre'd's eyes opened as the hostess escorted the woman with her child into Tollozo's. My God, that's the tallest woman I've ever seen, Felix thought to himself. Tall, REAL tall, blonde and quite stacked...but her kid is in a classy suit...no that can't be a kid, he's balding...he's a fuckin' midget! Oh, yeah...that's Ambrose Gunn, I'm wearing...
This is one of my first experiences with another man...and he, Vince...Tickle Master Vince, wasn't even in the room with me. Vince is a tickle top that I met through our mutual friend Christopher. Christopher and I have been corresponding about our mutual tickle fantasies for some time. I was introduced to Vince and began instant message chats with him. This...
"Sweetie, it's not that I don't love you..." explained a black-stockinged Tamara as she adjusted her make-up in the mirror. Her size 4 black dress hugged her one hundred and twenty pound Caucasian athletic frame. "I know," replied a despondent Tom. Watching Tamara dress for her job, one would think she was actually going to the prom. After all, it had just...
My story was going nowhere. I'd been working on it at night for several weeks, writing a page or two at a time, deleting most, keeping only a fraction of what I started with. But I was having a lot of trouble writing the female character. I just couldn't get into her mindset. I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but I was working on an adult fiction story fo...
I sat in my office with more nervous excitement than I could remember. In two days time so much had suddenly changed. I had begged Alice Edwards on my knees for a chance to avoid being fired. I had kissed her feet in my office. She had agreed to give me a chance in return for her strict supervision and my compliance with her professional and personal directi...
This is not my first story, but I will explain that I became a foot fetish mistress as part time work, and yes for the $250/hour I charge but also because my husband (yes husband) made me agree to tell him every detail of my adventures while he plays with my feet and pleasures himself. It is his secret turn on. This particular job came about after I adverti...
I wake up to you rustling beside me. You let me curl up next to you last night, let me snuggle up under your arm, even let me rest my head on your chest. You told me I was a good kitten, that I had pleased you. I know however, that finding me there in the morning, instead of in my "proper," place, would dissatisfy you, so I quickly slide off the bed before y...