I had seen her car approaching from the end of the street. This was a familiar routine by now. I had been on the look out for twenty minutes anticipating her return. She finishes her part time work at three, it was twenty past she is always back at this time but I am alert, ready and hoping that she returns earlier. As the car pulls onto the driveway I am...
I awoke that day to find a fresh blanket of snow covering everything .My favorite kind of day to hole up in a nice cozy hotel room with my Mistress .We had met through the internet and after a few months of writing to each other had finally met to play for the first time but that's another story .On this day I was very excited indeed. Each time that I had be...
Nabila "Nana" Osman can be considered beautiful by virtually any standard of beauty. Six feet tall, bodacious and curvy, with dark brown skin and long, curly dark hair which she no longer bothers to hide under a Hijab, she is classy, lovely and timeless. Whenever she steps out on a stroll, whether walking around downtown Toronto, or casually roaming the ever...
Sandy is a big beautiful women in her mid twenties and she loves her curves. She loves food, sex, and anything kinky she can get herself into. On any given day you'll see her dressed in a long black dress, leather boots, and black lipstick. She's not gothic, she just loves to wear black. Sandy was twenty-three when she met Tyler, a couple of years ago, in a...
Please be aware that this story contains some BRIEF elements of 'forced' bi-sexuality. But if you still want to read it and rip it apart then I guess that's up to you. ***** Nick dropped his keys onto the table beside the front door, it had been a long day and he was really looking forward to a relaxing bath and his evening meal. He removed his coat and tu...
My mistress came out of the room around 2:30 AM. I was laying down on the floor and was numb as my wrists and feet suffered improper blood circulation due to the tight bondage. She bent down and caressed me. "I am sorry dear. I was frustrated that I had to work with these morons," she said in a pleasing tone. She released the leash and patted on my cheeks....
I was at work, sitting at my desk. I was working on the computer, filling in some meaningless spreadsheet, bored as hell. The phone rang, and I answered. "Hello, is Bert there?" I heard the sweet voice, and I knew it was Candy. Her name is Candice, but she liked me to call her Candy. I had met her six months ago. She's a nude dancer, and she works at the F...
It had been a while since Sam's last sexual experience. If he recalled correctly, it had been 2 years ago to the day since his last sexual encounter. An awkward flirt of inexperience and clumsiness was a good way to describe what had happened. Sam yearned for something better, something that allowed him to explore himself for years this yearning had grown an...
VII. Tested Collared, leashed, cuffed and chained, he lay on his back pinned to the floor by her heels pressing hard against his nipples. He looked up and admired again the back of her knees. They, too, were perfect. He was thinking of how the back of a woman's knee had always held a special fascination for him. Often in foreplay with a woman he loved he wo...
My name is Stephen Paul Bastille. I'm a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I recently moved there from my beloved City of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. These days, I major in Criminal Justice at Carleton University. And I'm a man with a secret. Okay, I'm a man with many secrets. I have issu...