I'm going to do it. This is it, Mandy thought to herself as she waited for the knock on her door. Her heart was beating like crazy, and her hands were shaking with excitement. She looked at the message on her computer screen, telling her that he would be there in a minute. It was sent over two minutes ago. He's going to know that something is up if he sees m...
Laying silently face down with my hands cuffed behind my back utterly devastated, I'm still in pain. This isn't computer simulated pain. My ravaged ass is still slightly bleeding from being stretched beyond its limits leaking traces of James's cum. My left temple is still bleeding from the incision that exposed my tiny internal computer located just under th...
Another "confession!" Let me fill you in. I'm Sharon, married, husband is a photographer and curator and I work as an elementary school teacher. We are quite open and adventurous in our sexual lives, but have to be very discrete because of my position. It would be quite difficult to explain if our indiscretions were ever made public. My husband has been...
It's been a long day. I walk through the door and sigh heavily before I begin peeling the rain slicked clothes from my body. The rain had felt good, cooling my heated skin, but even the icy rain had no effect on the pulsing heat between my thighs that has plagued me since this morning. I smirk at that, the odd looks I've been getting from people aren't surpr...
Rod awoke to find himself bound to a chair. The last thing he remembered was enjoying a glass of wine with his life mate and now he was here. She must have drugged him, the minx. The question is now that she had him immobilised what was she going to do with him. He was naked, he could feel the cool metal of the chair on his skin, his arms and feet secured by...
Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, beside...
It was the first Valentine's Day we would actually spend together, and I wanted everything to be perfect. When our relationship began, it was all pictures and emails. It had to be; we lived so far apart that actual visits were few and far between. Back in those days, we longed for physicality—for touch. We'd stay up late at night chatting about our desires:...
**This is my entry for the Nude Day 2020 competition, and is somewhat different to my usual work. I hope you enjoy reading it!** ******** My wife and I own a small photography studio in the English Lake District. Over the past few years we've built it up into a pretty successful business; when we started, we mostly concentrated on the basics, family groups...
My heart was pounding as I walked up the three flights of stairs in the old apartment building. It has obviously been built in the late 1950's before more modern building codes were enacted. The staircase was wide and solid. The paint was a drab green. I reached the third floor and opened the door into the hall. Aromas of ethnic cooking filled my nostrils as...
We met online, on a website specializing in erotica. No surprise there, because both of us were looking for something, some way to connect with other like-minded folks, and to have some influence on the sexual currents we negotiate daily. It started with simple comments regarding erotica she had posted, and grew into an extended conversation. Both of us wer...