Bryce was sitting on the side walk cafe leisurely finishing an iced-coffee when he saw her. She was breathtaking and he felt an immediate connection with her. Every inch of her oozed femininity. From her legs they had to be inseam thirty-four inches. He used to sell clothing. Her thighs gave a little motion, knee's were cute, those calves made even a blind m...
Paul woke up three days running and wondered if maybe he was a little old for erotic dreams. -Wasn't it more of a teenage thing? But then, what could he do about it? He couldn't control his dreams after all. By the time he opened his eyes and forced his sorry head off the pillow most of whatever he'd dreamt was gone anyway. He sat on the edge of the bed in t...
Exhausted from a long day at the office, Mandy steps onto the train to go home. Usually she rides the earlier train which is extremely crowded, but about twice a week something comes up at work so she stays later. This late train is not exactly deserted, but she can usually get her own seat without a lot of people near her. This is perfect for Mandy. She is...
I had my very first multiple sissygasm. I own a fucking machine. It has been the source of much pleasure since I bought it. I decided recently to try for a really great sissygasm. For those of you that don't know, a sissygasm is having an orgasm with a soft cock from ass/prostate stimulation. Well, I decided that I was going to prep myself to have a nice la...
She sits watching the crowd pass by, slowly sipping her favorite coffee, clearly lost in her own thoughts. There is nothing remarkable about her. In every way possible, she is ordinary. She is not young or old or thin or fat, but certainly underneath her drab gray dress lurks the outline of what is unmistakably the perfect silhouette of a woman. The only rem...
Peek in the shadow of my life. Come into the light of my mind as I give you a glimpse of my soul. What turns me on, you ask? Be careful what you ask. Can you really handle the answer? Yes, you say. Okay, sit back as I weave you a tale of what I desire. My tale will begin at a scene I once had. This scene will be for you to decide whether it was real or just...
My husband was becoming thirty-four. Shane's a beautiful man, gorgeous body, perfect skin, gentle and strong. When we met, we were virgins. One our wedding day, we were virgins. We'd had some virtual sex while he was so far away finishing college, and we'd modeled our bodies (untouchable), laid beside each other naked in my parent's spare room, me dangling...
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Feedback: Please, dear God, please! E-Mail: In the link below. Author’s Notes: Okay, so I’m thinking the series is winding down. Lost interest in these characters, I want to start writing for my favorite show, which would be far different from this series, but I thought I’d owe it to folks out there to atleast finish the series. T...
Although her wrist and ankle cuffs were still connected by chains to the pillars in the basement, she finally felt that she could truly breathe as her Master removed her new corset. Blindfolded, she could not look down her body, but she was absolutely certain that her skin would bear the markings of the ultra-tight corset for quite a few hours. ...as well...
In the darkness I could hear the churning of gears, the oiled wheels of arcane machines slowly grinding in awful revolutions that churned through the nightmare. Behind me was the horrible dark red glow but I could not turn for the lurid green light that had begun as a spark before me was growing in intensity and try as I might, I couldn't tear my eyes from i...