Early morning, a weekday, and the café was quiet and nearly deserted. No one was in hurry to get anywhere. After all, why race to the certainty of your death. Nonetheless, in a matter minutes the near solitude would subside in favor of the usual gluttonous consumption. It's what the oligarchs of the 1% want, and especially to ensure the status quo. By means...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main...
**A quick note. The chapters of this story can fall into multiple categories, group sex, reluctance/nonconsent and transgender/crossdresser. If any of these are not your taste than this story may not be for you.** *** I woke from my early morning nap to the smell of Lela cooking in the kitchen. I rolled over and decided to sleep a few more minutes before g...
It seems like I meet all of my play toys through some variation of the same: the old, a friend of a friend, of a friend, who knows somebody, who has a friend, who might know somebody. At least it seems that roundabout. Then again I don't look online, although I do have a few web pages. I'm only 18, but I do have a few "toys" in my "toy box." Plus I have Soph...
I don't know how long I knelt in that position, however I was correct in my assumption that it was a difficult position to hold. Long before Gretchen gave me permission to get up, my inner thigh muscles started to get sore from being held so wide open for so long. Also my neck and shoulders were getting stiff from holding my head up and elbows back for so lo...
Myrynda Torviir sat in her chamber, rocking back and forth and praying fervently. She was naked, clad only in sweat that caused her pristine white hair to cling to her long, shapely back. Tears streamed down her neck and she clutched an old, tarnished emblem in her hands so tightly that her palms had long since begun to bleed. The pounding at her door sounde...
This is the final chapter of A Taste of Slavery, sort of. I'm sure the characters will appear elsewhere at some time, as long as I keep writing BDSM. There is a bit of explanation at the end which I think is enlightening, talking about my writing process somewhat. I think you'll enjoy it. This chapter contains, oral, anal, lesbian, interracial and group sex....
I could hardly believe this was happening. I'd been saving up enough money to visit miss angel for months and now I was finally on my way to see her. I'd been so excited and so horny the last week I could have probably been jerking off 10 times a day. Of course last week she hit me the bombshell that I wasn't aloud to touch myself until I saw her. It had alm...
I must introduce myself. Just after passing out of college I moved to England. I started out as an intern at a small firm. Money was my number one priority. I lied, manipulated, threatened and crushed every single honest worker to rise to riches in less than a year. I was pretty happy about myself. As a Rich dude with the chicks following, fancy cars. I cou...
I never thought things would have turned out this way but they did. Well, let me start from the beginning, or near the beginning. You see I am a nice guy, I like spanking and bondage and some humiliation, both giving and receiving. I was lucky enough to have met a girl who like most of the same things, but I never knew she liked it as much as she did until l...