"Stand facing the bed." His firm tone and steady gaze compelled me to obey. "Rest your hands behind you and close your eyes." Taking hold of my arms, he gently bound them securely behind me and placed an eye mask over my eyes. "Bend over so your forehead touches the bed." As I stood in this position, I strained to hear what he was doing. The deprivat...
Feeling exhausted, I slowly opened my eyes to see why my body was being moved around on my new bed for the weekend. I could have continued to sleep for hours had I not been woken up to my limbs being stretched and restrained to each bedpost. The satin scarves around my wrists and ankles felt silky smooth, but they were also very tight and left me no wiggle r...
Oh this is so good. Bent over the sofa, being fucked from behind. I know its wrong, my husband out working, and I’m here, at home, fucking. Call me a slut, I know its true, but that doesn’t alter the fact that I love this so much. This sex is so much better for knowing that I shouldn’t be dong it. Should be hoovering or ironing or something. Add to that the...
The first length of soft-cotton rope binds my wrists together, and secures them to the headboard of our new brass bed. The second, draws my right ankle to the far corner of the footboard. The last, draws my left ankle to the near corner. A neatly folded silk scarf robs me of my sight. I am on my back: naked, and open. Completely at Aaron's mercy . . . How d...
"You've very good, pet, and now you will experience what a good pet gets," Sam purred, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Fire ripped through her as he did, and she felt his broad fingers touch her sides, the gentle massaging of the finger—mounted vibrators warmly caressing the sides of her breasts. Brittany felt herself melting against Sam's lips, closed b...
He fucks her and then gets fisted. I worked for a lesbian owned company and started noticing a pattern that when a female coworker did something in my sales territory that violated the rules she would get away with it. If I tried to close a new client in her territory, she would get the commission I earned. That unfairness and trying to understand femininit...
When Jennifer came to me it was like a new life beginning. Sweet, sweet and innocent Jenifer who - at nineteen, had never had a boy friend straight from a convent. She wanted a room to set up her independence and to get settled in with her online university studies. The owner of a hotel which had been converted into bed sitting rooms I was delighted to gi...
I am writing this letter as my account of truth in the legend of Futa girls. Now I should write a little about me first. I am 26 now but when it started I was twenty-two. A college jock and loved women. I would go to all the parties and college bars and hang outs. I was good looking guy 6'3, 276lbs. I was pretty good at picking up females and if I wanted one...
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Smith?" He looks up from the stack of papers on his desk, momentarily not knowing what she is talking about due to what she is wearing. A very short red, plaid skirt, a white button up blouse, white knee high socks and mary jane shoes. Her hair is in two pigtails that cascade over the front of her breasts. "Ummm…oh..yes..yes. I...
The alarm went off with a loud blare. Brian reached over to turn it off. He threw off his covers and sat up. Brian rubbed a hand through his short black hair before he started stretching his arms in bed. While he stretched, Emily began moving next to him. He looked down at his wife, who smiled up at him. She brushed some of her shoulder-length, dark red hair...