You enter the room, lit only by a dozen candles. Held in large freestanding gothic candelabras. In the glow you see her. Her back turned to you, she is looking out the window. You walk in farther, closing the door behind you. Walking toward her, you hear her breathing, the effect evident on you, your cock starts to rise. She doesn't turn, but tells you to un...
Author's note: this may possibly be sarcastic. Do not keep reading if fluffy pink Femdom BDSM offends you. Or do. It's not my fault. — Marylyn sat sprawled out on the couch, a bowl of popcorn at her side and her pink fuzzy slippers wrapped around her pink, fuzzy toes which were pink and fuzzy thanks to the overwhelmingly impressive work of her manicurist,...
I stick my key into the lock. The light flashes green, and I hear the familiar bzzzt of the electronic lock popping open. I step into your apartment. "Hi! Sorry I'm late, I got caught up finishing something at work," I say. You're sitting on a couch next to the window. Your jet-black hair is combed into perfect waves, and the muscles in your arms and chest...
It had been a warmer night, but the air in the basement didn't reflect it. There was something, well, different about the night, a sense of taking things a step further. When I saw the rope waiting on a hook over the bed, I couldn't help but shudder. Which, of course, was responded to by a chuckle as he sharply pulled my arms behind my back. "You scared, l...
Daisy prepared herself for the new role play. She and Jack had confided their fantasies of bondage and torture with one another. Daisy had been unbelievably turned on, playing the part of a captured spy, bound and punished until she talked. Now it was Jack's turn. Daisy explored the basement as she awaited Jack's entrance. Jack had done a lot of work over t...
Don't let people fool you about the life of a musician on the road. The gigs are fun but the driving is hell! There is nothing quite like climbing into a van full of "the great unwashed" and traveling for hours to the next gig. Really -- nothing (unless, of course, sour, unwashed body smells are your particular fetish). However, middle age, a marriage -- and...
Returning your slightly wary gaze, I take both your hands in mine and walk you to the wall. I nod that you should sit, and you comply beautifully. Still holding your hands, raised to me now, I study you, sitting nude, knees raised, your back against the wall, looking up to me with questioning but not unwilling eyes. I let you lower your hands now, and produ...
she watched Him watching her. The man gave off such an air that she couldn't help but notice Him. Every time she looked His way, He would be looking at her. Chills ran up and down her spine. her hands shook when she reached for her drink. In a room full of people, she felt alone, somewhat frightened. The party had been a last minute decision and now she foun...
She sits on the sofa waiting for the door handle to turn. She covers her curves with his blanket, self-confidence used to be a major issue for her, but not anymore, now she wears nothing for him. She can smell him around her and nervously she wonders how he will react when he realises she is finally there in his home? Unexpected and waiting, watching for him...
Sitting on the couch, watching a movie that really did not provide what it takes to keep anyone's interest, much less mine, I pondered on ways to torment you when you got home from work. Figuring that I would need time to think I decided to take a warm shower to stimulate my mind into gear. Padding across the rugged floor I entered the titled bathroom and ci...