The tables have now turned. I have him cuffed in the exact position I was in a few nights ago, but I didn't put the blindfold on him. I think it'd be more torture for him to be able to watch, anticipate, and know how badly I'm teasing him because of the fact that he can see me. I won't use the feather on him because that's more fun to do when he is blindfold...
The wipers slap back and forth in a fluster, trying to stem the tide crashing over us. I find I can relate to the contraptions of metal and rubber as your hand strokes the bulge of my jeans and you give me that wicked grin. I swell and ache in the confines of my jeans as you lick your lips and stroke me again. "Come here, you." I growl as I take your chin i...
Sitting down next to you I can feel the sexual tension between us. I wonder though, is it one sided? Am I just projecting it? I want you so badly all I can think about is sliding closer to you and letting my hands freely roam your body slowly working your clothes off as I go so my tongue can then follow the path my fingers have left. I haven't even came with...
Amerks92hockey rocks for editing another of my grotesque scribblings and turning it into a well read story. Please Comment and please vote... let me know what you think of my story and how I am make it better for next time... As we walk into your room from the coffee shop, I push you hard against the wall. Not hard enough to hurt you but hard enough to...
This story is based in an alternate setting in which laws have been enacted that allow for the 'free use' of females by the males of society. All characters are 18 or over, and fictional in origin. Any names, places or situations are purely fictional. ***** 'It's just another boring Wednesday' you think to yourself, as you walk from your 9am "Scheduling an...
Disclaimer: This story is meant as pure fantasy. It does not condone such implied actions within this story as anything to be performed against anyone’s will in real life. Kidnapping is illegal. * * * * * PART I: The Bed Britney awoke groggily from her sleep to find her hands tied above her head and ropes criss-crossing around her body. She was pretty su...
NOTE: This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of t...
She's waiting for him as he returns home, relaxing in her favorite high backed chair. Legs crossed, her leather skirt slides up her thigh, revealing the tops of black thigh highs. She pins him with the look of a powerful predator the moment the door clicks closed. Recognizing the tone of her voice, he stops in his tracks, making no attempt to meet her gaze....
The woman was most immediately notable for her flaming red hair; a rarity in Haredil. Her long skirts and the high collar on her dress marked her out as a native of the southern lands, far from her homeland. But that was no surprise to Almandar, for that was where Ornejirhs had followed her from. Or, more accurately, that was where he had followed Sashjant...
You went out on a date with a special person and you are back home saying good night. You have your keys out and unlock the door and turn to look into their eyes to tell them how much you enjoyed this time. Not wanting to rush things, you start some small talk and share that you had a great time. This is when this special person takes you by surprise and lea...