"Sometimes, I get tired of playing the Bull," Caleb Tully said in that deep, sonorous voice of his as he sat in the office of Dr. Alexandra Moreau in downtown Toronto, Ontario. Pacing back and forth as is his custom in times of excitement or distress, Caleb finally paused, and fixed his almond-shaped brown eyes on the psychiatrist who sat behind the desk, he...
Mick stared aghast at the shiny metal enclosure around his cock and balls. His wife, Senator Femgold, backed up a step or two in their bedroom to admire the way its series of rings elegantly displayed his captivity. It was tight and uncomfortable. He had finally arisen from bed and was naked, but his hefty wife was showered and partially dressed already. "...
Roshni 05 -- The Train When I first met Roshni I had thought her to be indifferent to, or even proud of, her body hair. But what I had taken to be self-assurance and confidence was actually Roshni's way of managing inner doubts that were quite the opposite. Roshni dealt with her fears by facing them daily. December. Roshni and I had made a trip into the ci...
Here is a recent correspondence I had with a young lady who had read my stories and wanted to humiliate herself by telling me some of the most shameful and embarrassing things about her own private parts: Hey!! I'm a young Indian girl and I would like to share my dirty details with you. You turn me on. I love your stories and loved the idea of being one of...
This story is not so much about the adventures of Batgirl, but more about the developing sexuality of Barbara Gordon. The storyline continues on from 'The Price of Silence' and once more includes the character of Jennifer Goodbody AKA Sparrow, as well as Selina Kyle AKA Catwoman (did I really need to say that?). In recent times, there seems to have been a h...
Aphrodite's mouth was fully agape at the sights and sounds that bombarded her eyes and ears. Nothing she had ever experienced in her eons long life could compare with this. The glory of Athens at its peak was nothing compared to the wonders of Fifth avenue and now that Manhattan was in the full bloom of morning rush hour, her head was spinning to take in all...
Gail Locksley Running Horse lay alone in her bed. Her second husband David had the children at his parents' home on the Lakota Reservation. The family left two weeks ago. Her loins felt as empty as the house and bed. Gail drifted off to sleep missing her first, murdered husband Fred. He knew ways that Gail wanted sex that David would not consider. A moveme...
Prabu obediently was sucking away on Goddess Glitter's plastic schlong, the biggest she had. He hoped she wasn't upset with him, but even the great job he was doing with the slurping didn't seem to get a smile on her face. "Enough!" Glitter grabbed Prab's mop of ink black hair and pulled him off the dildo. It was such a gorgeous thing, hanging from the...
Hello, there. Jack Saint Pierre is the name. Who am I? The Hero of this story right here. A six-foot-tall, slender young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. And I am a very kinky guy. Just ask my girlfriend Sandra Guillaume here. The first time I laid eyes on her, I knew that she was the woman for me. I was coming...
Those who have been reading my stories, know that my name is Suman and that I am happily married to Raman. We are an Indian couple in our 40's. As you might have already read, we have had a few experiences with swapping and with exploring our erotic natures, normally while on holiday so family and friends do not suspect. This story is about the first Tantra...