Bitsy sat, ruminating over her fate, in the rapidly cooling water of her deep bath. The king—Stuart—Tristan—Master, she corrected her mental voice, had graciously allowed her the freedom of her bath. The tropical humidity that characterized the lushness of the soak's beginnings had transformed her pinned up ebony cloak of hair into damp ringlets that escaped...
She was sitting at the bar having a drink, her head pounding from the night before, when she had had too much to drink. She was slowly nursing her drink, hoping it would cure her hangover. The bar was is noisy, with people talking all around her. At first, all the voices blended together, nothing special. She sipped her drink again, and then she heard it, a...
We return to the table just as our meal is being served. We eat in silence, although I notice a few stares from other patrons. Surely we didn't make that much noise, did we? You just grin, knowing how embarrassed I would be if I knew what else had really happened just then in the bathroom. We finish our meal and you pay the bill, and it doesn't pass by me th...
His was tired after the long flight in, and following a quick meal, he insisted that they went to bed. "There will be plenty of time for more play tomorrow, after I have rested. Believe me, you don't want a grouchy Master within spanking range." He smiled as he said that, but she knew better than to push to the issue. He had been playing when he spanked an...
NOTE TO ALL READERS: This story in no way describes what an actual Dom/sub relationship is like. This was just something that popped into my head, and I decided to write down. For those of you in a Dom/sub relationship, please do not take offense to what you are about to read, as that was not my intention. she sat at the bar, waiting for him, drinking a cok...
Part One Well how did I get here? Bob Tucker, newly retired at 55, not buff but not quite squishy, fairly comfortable, never married and still a certifiable horn dog. An athlete through college and still pretty active, but with an overactive sex drive. My investments and real estate holdings together with a 20 year pension courtesy of our local school distr...
As always my thanks to Jeanette for her genius editing, thanks also to leather n lace you are always in my thoughts, and also rumblepur and snowy for more help than they know. * Kat woke suddenly, wondering where she was, and then remembered she was on an 8 hour flight over the Atlantic, from her home in Springfield, on her way at last to visit her online...
After losing my wife to her big dicked black lover I was pretty depressed. I knew that my 4 inch skinny penis was not big enough to satisfy any experienced women. Sure it was fine as a teenager fucking young girls, but in my mid thirties I figured pussy for me was likely to be rare. While reading pornography on the web I discovered stories about small penis...
Now hours later everyone was clearly feeling their wine. The lunch was a blast, and Dionysus showing up with the extra Amphora was perfect timing, as the normal enjoyable girls get to together quickly transformed into a drunken free-for-all. Amphrite, always the first to submit to the seductive power of the grape, could not contain her giggles as the ferment...
Chapter 23 Laura & Lou – Part 3 (Early March, 1984) Lou let her contemplate the situation for a moment, and then attached a clamp to each nipple. As he tightened them, her breath audibly registered the new sensations. "Grab the bedpost and lean over so I can see your ass." Biting her lip, she complied. Without waiting for her next question, he began sp...