Welcome to the city of paradise! A vibrant new city located off the pacific coast of North America. It’s a bright, neon soaked urban jungle full of opportunities and exciting experiences! There’s just one catch... it’s... how do we put this.... kinky. It’s been called the kinkiest city in the world, even. It’s so overtly sexual, they passed a law only 18 mon...
"I know," my wife Casey said softly as her hands caressed my naked body beneath the covers of our king sized bed. "You know what?" I asked. I didn't know what game we were playing but I was ready to fuck. "I know what you look at on the computer and what you fantasize about," she answered softly. Her hand had found my hard cock and she squeezed it tight...
I have been curious and driven to explore my sexuality. The more I read and the more I watched movies on the subject of female domination the more curious I became. From an early age I knew I had strong fetishes. While in high school, I discovered my grandmother's girdles and stockings. When I was home alone, I would wear them and masturbate to incredible or...
Most people don't like a person to change. They compliment someone for 'being himself.' But isn't that peculiar? When do you reach that 'self' stage? On turning ten? Twenty? Fifty-four? And why would it be a good thing to always stay unchanged? Lying face down on the massage table, Juliana felt how liquid thoughts flew in and out of her head, in time with...
This one was written for someone who will remain anonymous but generously made the story public right away. Future chapters may follow irregularly. PLEASE NOTE: This story's fetishes are latex, bubble butts, and teasing (no sex in this chapter). Know what cup of tea you're drinking! ^-^ ***** Nightwing swung across Gotham City silently, grappling from on...
So with much apprehension, I turned the handle on the blue door. Stepping through, I struggled to adjust my eyes to the brilliantly white light streaming out of the other side. I raised my hand to try and filter the glare, and heard the door click shut behind me, and then double-click again. Instinctively, I tried for the handle on my side, but there was no...
I walked home, heels clicking on the pavement, feeling full of life. What had I done? Something completely out of the ordinary, and it had left me feeling, well, amazing. The world seemed brighter, sharper, louder—Like I had been looking at the world through dirty sunglasses, and now I'd taken them off. I got back to my flat and climbed the stairs; let mysel...
Jane has lived in London for the past three years after moving from Manchester just after her 27th birthday. She moved away from the north to escape the dreary weather and to enjoy the faster pace of the nation's capital. She is tall, slim, with auburn hair falling down to her shoulders, and green eyes forever sparkling; enhancing her already beautiful face....
The click clack of high heels could be heard as the maid walked into the Den, off the main hall. The maid, dressed, head to toe black Latex stooped to offer the Ladies their drinks. The ladies didn't acknowledge the Maid, but continued their conversation regardless. The ladies were sat on a half moon Sofa That measured fifteen feet across. They were all talk...
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