I didn't merely enjoy screwing Missy. I reveled in it, especially since she made no attempt to escape the handcuffs. On the contrary, she seemed to delight in my dominant streak and accept her bonds as a matter of course. She also showed no interest in grabbing her pay. In fact, her main concern was more about getting me to fuck her in as many different wa...
Stories? Writing them is what we are here for. To practice the trade and art of putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Drawing from out of our back brains ideas that other will find worth the time it takes to read. But where do they come from? What's a good source? Well life of course. Don't try to draw them from a vacuum. Pull them instead from the...
"I'm not gay," were the first words I heard over breakfast the next morning, "I don't know what happened." I smiled and assured them that I never thought he was gay. I thought he was sexy, and what happened the previous night was huge turn on. "I'm not sure I can see you with another man again," he continued, "I couldn't just watch. I couldn't watch you wi...
Perhaps some of you may recall that I had extended an invitation for a friend to come and visit so we might bury the hatchet. Little did I know the learned man's time was short! I sent him a round trip ticket from his mountain retreat to Los Angeles. He called to say he would meet me at the airport. I prepared myself with a signboard cut from the side of a...
Jason's Mom and Grandmother stood naked in the archway between the kitchen and the living room with their arms folded. Sensing the seething synergy coming from the woman of the house, the room went suddenly silent while one by one, but for Susan, they all looked towards the archway and her. Still poised on her knees in front of her father, Susan hung her hea...
I eyed the rows of passengers warily as my wife and I boarded the tour bus. Sure enough, we had botched it by being late and there wasn't a spot where two people could sit together. There he was, though, fifth row. Anton. He had one seat reserved with his backpack. Of course my wife, Natasha, sat with him. Damn. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was uncom...
"Dad! I'm going home whether you go with me or not!" "First of all, you are to call me 'Mom' at all times. Second, you ARE home. Three, HELL NO." "I'm sixteen now. I can ride unaccompanied on the airplane. I have saved up enough money for a ticket. I am not asking for permission. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go, too." Sophie was struck dumb. Her...
Dear Writers: Yes, I agree - there are already How-To-Guides written about Story Tags and they're really great with plenty of examples (advice here -- you should definitely read them in the FAQ section). So why another one? There are two important things missing or that have not been highlighted enough, which you should also keep in mind when choosing the...
Authors Notes: It is a sci-fi story of an alternate reality where there are more women than men and where women are forced to be more sexual aggressive. The story is structured as popular advice column for women in that alternate reality. It has no graphic sex, but has strong sexual themes including lesbianism, anal sex, and group sex. Please skip it if a...
First, a little about me. As I write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, submissive woman. My stories are memories of a kinky life. I am still in the lifestyle. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant living with a loving partner. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7...