Once upon a time there lived a kinky girl, a very kinky girl indeed, named, well never mind her real name, her chosen nick for play was "Cinderella", for reasons which will become apparent later. Cinderella lived in a polyamorous family with an assortment of bdsm proclivities with her "Daddy" (a switch - top to Cinderella and bottom to his Domme to whom he...
THINGS DON'T ALWAYS GO THE WAY YOU EXPECT Another boring night. My name is Steve. I moved to Arizona a couple years ago. As so common, another divorce man, 51, in decent shape but living comfortably without many aggravations at the moment. My problem is that I can't stop having the same thoughts in my mind so often. Thoughts about the kind of woman I desire...
This story is fiction and is written for my pleasure and any comments or suggestions that anyone would like to make. Any suggestions email through the link below. I adore the feel of leather, rubber, pvc and anything silky so it was no surprise to me that at an early age I liked the feel of certain female clothing. I am a perfectly straight male but my fant...
My story actually begins with a ballet teacher named Ms. Mixon. I was never interested in ballet, however my mother insisted that I learn, so she sent me to classes for six years. My mother hoped that; if she forced me to go; eventually I would learn to love the ballet. It was a bold plan, but one that failed. After six years of stretching, foot positions,...
This is a story about a fictional visit to a gay bath house to spend the evening as an extreme raunch pig. This story contains descriptions of gay piss and shit (scat) play. If this isn't your thing, turn back now. * The cab driver looked in his review mirror and asked, "are you sure this is where you want to be dropped off?" We had driven into an industr...
This is the continuation of Part 1, based on a true story, in which my lover dared me to walk through the streets of Paris dressed to thrill… It’ll make most sense if you read Part 1 first. So there I was in the café, dressed in my ‘follow me, fuck me’ boots, my black thigh-highs, my lovely thigh-length leather jacket, and my red silk scarf. And that’s it....
The power of a Dominatrix is not something you should trifle with, that's for damn sure. I'm someone who learned that the hard way, as a cocky young Black man who thought he was invincible and learned some painful lessons to the contrary in the world of BDSM. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Sylvester Joseph Gerald. I was born in the City of...
She came to my side. “SURPRISE – talk about getting FUCKED – You are going to be royally fucked when he is done with you!” “How could you do this to me? I wanted to be YOUR Slave – If I knew you wanted me for your husband, I wouldn’t have come.” I complained “Don’t you think I know that – It is not much fun to supply him with a guy who is already so ga...
Prologue— "I'm done with it! You have to go find a job, right now!" "Yes mom", Alex said. Alex had never seen his mother this angry before. Alex was a college student but not one that liked to study a lot. No, he had bad grades, didn't have a job and when he went out with his friends he always got drunk. And most of the time his mother didn't really care...
Who says big girls don't get laid? Whoever said these words obviously never met me. Brenda O'Bannon is the name and I am a five-foot-six, big-bottomed voluptuous and curvy red-haired Irish beauty who loves to have fun. I'm twenty six years old and I've been partying for a decade. Ever since college, I absolutely love to go to the club and dance with the cute...