edited by Altenergy * She stood there, breathless, sweat running off her face and dripping down the front of her soaked shirt. Was she breathless from the workout, or was it because of who she was working out with? She took a moment and looked him over. He'd finally broken a sweat, but he wasn't nearly as winded as she was. She noticed as she watched him...
Just to recap and get your little mind around exactly where I left you hanging... I've been doing the usual showing off for you to start things rolling and turn you on...strutting around in my slutty spike heels, doing my little wiggle and strut routine as you watch me mindlessly. In no time I've gotten you all aroused and excited, and I start leading you a...
Your chest rising and falling with slow even breaths attempting to keep yourself calm despite the unique situation that you find yourself in. A gentle tug on each appendage reminding you of the soft leather restraints wrapped around your wrists and ankles as they are secured to the frame. The dark blindfold only letting in glimpses of red lighting, but you a...
(Day 15) Cindy woke up early, her bladder screaming for release. She rolled over and nudged Rob. When he opened his eyes, she grunted at him and pointed at herself and then at the bathroom. He nodded his understanding and began the process to unlock her from her latex. It took a while, but eventually she was naked, dancing around and holding herself to avoi...
To the readers: If you find humiliation and pain between a good Dom and a trusting Sub a turn off or offensive, this may not be a story you will like. If however, you are as into this as we are, I would love to hear your feedback and comments. To my DOM: You know who you are. Thank you so much for supporting my writing and encouraging me to publish this ev...
Her whole body is aching... her muscles tense... she moans softly and arches her back... her nails leaving light trails as she runs them across her skin... her eyes closed tight as she feels her breath coming in small pants...the softest scent of apples rising from her skin... her mind filled with only Him, the hunger in her body building rapidly... her feet...
My phone pinged I opened the message it was from my wife, reminding me that I was to pick her up from work at 6.30pm. We were going out for a meal, the table booked for 7pm. I quickly responded saying that I was just about to leave and would be with her in about an hour. The traffic was light and I arrived early, making my way up to her department I was met...
I had suspected for a while but recently found confirmation, not that I would blame her. I know we loved each other but I also knew there were needs the other could not fill. I found evidence she was having that need I could not meet, met by someone else. I was a bit jealous but in a strange way. There was no anger but a bit of arousal as I imagined her love...
For the moment, Christian resided in that leather chair. Two oh-so nimble digits hooked under that cut chin while that spilling crown of damp raven was left to dance and puddle atop broadened, barren shoulders. Only in that sheer white, cotton towel he remained, just getting out of the shower and now pondering what to do with the tied up slave girl he had on...
Blackbeard's strong arms encircled Penelope's tiny waist, his large calloused hands cupping beneath the curve of her sweet ass and hauling her to him roughly, he stood. One arm tightened on her waist, crushing her to his chest as his other hand demandingly pulled her strong, long legs around his waist as his lips crushed to hers once more in a searing kiss....