She was in town having some work done on her car. It wasn't at his shop, but she planned to stop and see him nonetheless. They had arranged it the week before, timing it carefully so that she would be done right before he went on his break. She arrived two minutes early, giving herself some time to straighten her clothes and fuss with her hair. Ten minutes l...
My name is Estelle Worthington. And I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, lean and athletic white woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I am an Irish Amazon, the ideal of the perfect woman. By day, I'm a student at Carleton University. I recently moved to Canada from my native Galway in Ireland and I must say Ottawa leaves a lot to be desi...
It was Sunday night, and I was having many problems about going back to the office. I am a high level executive who has to make decisions all day long. Since I love to be in control this is the ideal occupation for me. After a thoroughly relaxing holiday week-end with one of my favourite slaves and one of my girlfriends. Yes, I am a she-male dominatrix and b...
My mind was racing the whole time. I couldn't believe where I ended up. But the sensations were running through my body. A 9-inch cock was ramming my boy pussy as hard as it could. Another cock, at least 10 inches, was being forced down my throat as his hands wrapped around my head, forcing me to deep-throat his amazing piece of man meat. Once he allowed...
Saturday morning greeted Nicole with sunshine, a tepid breeze, and the beautiful sound of birds singing in the yard. She slipped out of bed removing her negligee and headed to her bathroom where she washed the sleet from her eyes, took care of her morning toiletries, and dressed for the day. Once dressed, she made her way to the kitchen where she began to pr...
"That really is a lovely scarf, Susan, where did you get it?" Beth asked. "Adrienne's, I love that shop, have you been there?" Susan answered. "Yes, it's nice," Beth said. "And I love that yellow color and the silk is soft..and strong, too, it seems to be working well!" Tom groaned a muffled groan as Susan tightened the scarf around her middle, the rest o...
The garage floor was cold. Things didn't improve for me where the floor was wet and my skin touched it. On my face it was the tears. For my legs and hips, it was the lube and her wetness that made it so cold. I lay there alone and in near darkness. The mosquitoes, having been kept at bay for several hours were now making inroads into the garage and starting...
********************************* Ah where to start? How about I just share a fantasy with you, one that I have not acted upon, but that is a frequent visitor to my mind. I think that if the chance were to appear, I would likely act upon it. Please keep in mind that I'm not a writer or English major. There are going to be mistakes, please either live with t...
All around me were scenes of perversion and debauchery as I walked in through the door of this club a Bangkok bargirl had recommended. I paid my $250 in Baht and the young denim mini-skirted girl gave me a necklace and some letters to slide on to it. She explained that the letters related to the fetishes I got off on. A for anal, b for bondage, s for scat e...
Flash-forward The bondage scene I played with Tip – the linguistic ceremonials of it, the simultaneous denial and desire – came back to me vividly several years later, after the fall of the Tip line. You have to realize that before the attacks began, the top brass at Hayama had us all convinced, company employees and public customers alike, that Tactile Ima...