The name is Eden White. I'm a six-foot-two, red-haired and green-eyed, kind of chubby and big-bottomed white chick living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a BDSM fanatic. There, I said it. Currently, I'm in therapy. I'm sitting in the office of Dr. Carol Brown, a tall, regal black woman in her early forties. She's simply beautiful. A graduate of Spe...
The name is Madeline O'Connell. I'm a six-foot-two, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and gray-eyed, forty-something Irishwoman living in a secluded mansion in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a reclusive multi-millionaire heiress with an exquisite if somewhat secretive lifestyle. You see, I am quite cruel and have voracious sexual appetites. Being we...
This is the fourth in my ongoing series of Batgirl stories, in which I try to explore the developing sexuality of her everyday counterpart, Barbara Gordon and her relationships with those around her, hopefully with a dash of excitement thrown in, for good measure. My grateful thanks, to all those readers who have sent me feedback containing their suggestions...
Deep in the pits a cry was heard. Fausta, the hermit-pontiff, watched from the perch above. Her latest subject was due for a daily observation; the pontiff had low hopes, but an observation was still to be made. In the pit - one of nine - was a gaelic woman, well built, with muscled thighs and a delightful pertness to her small breasts. She was of the nort...
This story picks up a few months after the beach excursion... It had been months since their passion happened on the beach, the thought still ever present in her mind. It truly was a trip to be remembered, a weekend of bliss and pleasure. One aching thought in her mind lingered, like a slow hum....what if someone saw them? She used to be embarrassed by th...
I first noticed Derek in the community room of our apartment building. Okay, I was checking him out while waiting for a girlfriend. He had a nice body, he was actually reading a book and he was young. He was neatly dressed, good looking and younger than me by a few years. He seemed sincere, loyal, playful and did I mention he was young? A woman can tell all...
I called Alicia on Thursday night, as she had instructed. "Why don't you come over here tomorrow night?" she asked. I readily agreed, and promised to make dinner. Alicia had on a loose cotton lounging outfit when she opened the door of her condo. Her thick red hair spilled over her shoulders. She had on a slightly musky scent, and I could see that she wore...
Mary and I have been seeing each other for years. I would say about 7. In that time I have taught her how to spank me. It took me years. I should say I thought I taught her. But you will see. If you have never been spanked by someone that knows, and that is knows, how to spank you, then you do not know what I’m saying. I have been spanking woman for year...
She awoke to the sickly smell of a woman's perfume; the silky stockings were still there, but Emma was now naked apart from a chiffon negligee, her hands bound behind her back. The voice of the woman broke the silence. "Hello again 'Emma'; that's a very pretty name you've chosen for yourself, we shall soon have you worthy of being Emma, and you'll soon know...
CH. 2 :HUSBAND , BEND OVER & PART THY NETHER CHEEKS !!! Her ringing , humiliating command was heard all over the field “Husband, bend over the Punishment Table, bare thy delectable, horny bum & part thy nether cheeks for Thy Royal Monarch’s Pleasure !!! Immediately!!! Do it now, boy !!!!” The sweet girlish voice, the Commanding tone, the embarrassing Orde...