Roger & Helen's House, Wednesday 7:00 I drove up the drive of their house and parked the car. I slowly got out and walked up to the door. My dick had been permanently hard for ages at the thought of what may happen. Just before I was about to knock, the door opened and I walked in. Roger was standing there wearing only a pair of shorts. 'Please come in Mas...
Him The colors red and black glisten in the dark of the small room. The moonlight coming in through the drapes framing the middle of the floor like a pretty picture. Hair the color of chocolate fans out around a face as dark as cocoa and eyes like black stars, glittering with life so many minutes ago, now dark and vitality drained. He stands in the corner,...
The next morning there seemed to be nothing unusual in our routine. I brought you a cup of tea in bed and I had a cup of coffee. You showered while I made the bed and did some ironing. You made yourself another cup of tea and, as I thought, started to dress and dry your hair while I showered. When I came out of our en-suite, you had dried you hair and put o...
(This is the soft, first part of a series on a woman's awakening... King was my first love. He was also my first Dom. I was 18. I've never looked back.) I was a bitch in heat, except I didn't realize it. I've always been small, taking after my grandmother. She barely grazed grandpa's armpits but she could make him shuffle with one look. I was grandma's na...
Tatiana had lived in the United States for only eight years when her husband and sponsor died of a massive heart attack on New Year's Eve, 2004. A mail order bride from Russia, she was already 45 years old when she crossed the Big Puddle to start her new life in America. She arrived with little money, poor English, and great expectations. She was an eclectic...
My first experience with Marylyn had indeed been an intense one, and she did precisely what she had to do to establish her dominance over me. Perhaps because I wasn't looking for some soft tender relationship with a Domme, having her use my ass as her personal playground was what it took in my case ... with her fingers deep in my ass I felt utterly under her...
Amy sat back in her plush chair and thought a bit. Tonight, as with most Friday nights, was Tom's play night. Tom had already called her from work saying that he was in the mood for some entertainment, which was his terminology for a bondage filled night. Amy wasn't against this practice, because Tom was good at his game and she normally was rocked with seve...
Ellie hummed happily to herself as she danced around the kitchen, preparing dinner for her visitor. She pictured Ben in the next room, naked and locked in prisoner transport shackles. Those chains were so fucking sexy as they turned her gorgeous man into her helpless prisoner. Without the keys, he could do nothing more than hobble around and obey her command...
Life in the Care Home had turned out to be much better than being old and home alone. At the moment I was still involved with Paula the cleaner and our TT meetings, TT was loving on Tuesdays and Thursdays (hence - T. T.). I was a happy chap. Plus my kids had sold my house for over a million pounds. They had got me a very good sum for the house which I had...
As I drove through the back roads of nowhere New York, I thought how easily I could get lost, how easily this place on the GPS could be nonexistent. I pushed the thought away and tried to focus on Ryan. I was going to see Ryan. He was driving down from Vermont and I was driving from my family's house on Long Island to meet up at this Air BNB 'Poolhouse on Sc...