Ayumi walked into the front room of the building, and was greeted by the bubbly assistant Monica. They exchanged brief pleasantries, commented on the fact that John was really excited about this latest idea for a photo shoot, and then Ayumi disappeared down the corridor. John was already in Studio 3, the room designed specifically for fetish-related shoots...
It had been a long, productive week of meetings and Paul was exhausted. He debated flying home on the red-eye, but the suite was already paid for so he decided to relax and spend one more night. Besides, he had barely had any chance to play this week. He opened a beer and walked over to the suitcase sitting in the corner. Opening it, he carefully laid the co...
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You lie on your bed, wearing only an old shirt and your panties. The rest of your clothes are scattered over the floor and mostly buried under the blanket that your threw off your bed to make space for you and your laptop which is now placed to your right. While your right hand is scrolling through some random porn website you just found, your left hand is b...
I am of Italian decent, born in the south and raised in the north, I have been lucky enough to move to Nashville to pursue being a TV Reporter. Now I know that the profession of Reporting has fallen into the same category as being a Politician, or a Lawyer. I have always thought that exposing the wrong people do to help the little guy was a noble thing, but...
This is my first attempt at fiction. Part 1 is to set up the following parts and act as a foundation for the story. Please bear with me and I hope you will find the completed story enjoyable. My thanks go to SlaveGirl70 for her editing skills and to LunarSirius for his review and ideas. ***** Ha! I should have known that if my life was going to take a ba...
The Photo Album Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 before this next section. Dinner Photo 1 The wall clock says 7 pm. The chair holds a large black penis gag with leather straps. How did S. spend the afternoon? Did she rest in bed as thick pieces of dried spunk on her face, tits and belly cracked and fell onto the expensive sheets. Did she relive the d...
Desiree and I have had an online ddlg relationship for years. She was 18 when it started, much younger than I. She had some daddy issues, which i happily filled. It started pretty innocent, she would regress, and need to talk and vent. She grew up in a large city, and had a few close friends. She thought I lived across the country, but I lived across tow...
'OMG!' (Oh, My God) I thought to myself. 'How did I get myself into this mess? A giant cock in my mouth and my ass is on fire.' Well, to be honest, I was in this mess because it's what I wanted. For, you see, I am a middle-aged kinky guy who loves bondage games. And, I just discovered the joys of bisexual sex. Enjoying both cocks and pussies in a ménage-a-...
Friday evening I get home from work, put the groceries away that I picked up on my way, kick off my heels. I put some frozen lasagna in the oven, garlic bread in the toaster oven, pour a glass of wine, and go to relax online while dinner cooks. I smile as I select that famous website where people who love bondage and fetish can chat, possibly meet for a dat...