Tom took Carrie by the hand as he rose to his feet." Come with me, Carrie. Let me show you what I mean." Carrie stood with him and followed as he led her towards the bedroom. A dim light was already burning in the room as they entered. Tom wrapped his arm around her and pulled her lips to his. They could both feel the heat from each others' flushed faces an...
Neil stood helplessly in the cell, corseted and in severe head bondage, his hands cuffed to his slave collar, unable to influence anything to change his state of sensory deprivation and utter despair. There was no sight, no sound except his heartbeat and breathing, no taste but rubber, no smell but leather, and no feeling except the cold concrete floor benea...
Read The Coffee Shoppe - Part 1 To set the stage for the action here. ***** The breeze was blowing through the green umbrella awning causing the edging to flap noisily. Inside the music was playing just above a conversational tone, Dean, Frank, Satchmo and Peggy and others singing the classics. His smile was telling. He was a man who had seen much of life...
Last night, I visited a friend for a sleepover. This friend and I had hooked up before, so I knew what I was getting into, but it had been a long, long time since we'd seen each other. She opened the door in nothing but bra, thong and stockings. She brought me into her apartment and pushed me toward the bed. I quickly undressed to reveal my own thong. She l...
I watch you as you dine with your friend. You glance at me once; perhaps you recognize me, perhaps not. My heart races as my eyes roam over you, lovely in your soft white blouse, your blue skirt ending off at your thighs, your stockings glistening. You finish your dessert and call for the check. You bid your friend goodbye and she walks off. You make your wa...
I propped myself up on one elbow and stared down at him. Steve was already sound asleep. His breathing had slowed. His body had begun to cool, the sweat of passion slowly disappearing. He was content, his mouth hinting at a smile. I could still smell it though—the passion, the erotic perfume of our sex. Even after twenty-one years, my husband sometimes surp...
Characters are all fictional and 18+. ***** As I entered college, I enjoyed many new freedoms. One of those being I could go out wearing whatever I wanted, and no one could tell me no. Each day in the early fall semester while it was still warm out, I would either wear a short skirt that barely covered my ass or tight small shorts that showed off my ass we...
It was a new business, there were a thousand things to think about, to get on top of, to organize, but his mind kept drifting to back to her. She had joined the company recently, one of his new team. She was smart and capable, with a strong background in sales; he liked her immediately and knew she was the woman for the job. He loved to watch her in action,...
Through The Flames of Degradation; So It Begins. It was like a vengeful spirit had finally broken through the pain and torture she had inflicted upon me and now finally it was my turn to bring that bitch to her knees and have her fear me, respect me and learn to never fuck with me ever again. For I have always known from deep within that no one can cause a...
Okay, here goes.... decided to do it while hubby is at work ( not as many interruptions that way ). All of our swinging ( if you want to call it that ), happened when we were living in Michigan. The town is not important, but it was close to Flint. The reason I bring that up, is that most of our swinging ended up in a city called Port Huron ( just far enoug...