"I'm really excited about this class -- I want to learn all I can about needle play," S said. I sat behind the wheel next to a woman I barely knew. We were driving back to my place from a night out. I listened carefully as she told me about drawing blood from a consenting masochist, the details bringing a flush to my face I hoped the darkness concealed. I...
Disclaimer: All characters within this literary work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This is my first submission and I welcome all critiques and feedback at this point. It will help to determine the length of this particular storyline. * My name is John Collins and I am now 24 years of age. I'm about 5'8 in height, work out frequently, and never h...
Her card was real. I put it down on the counter, and looked up at the grinning owner. "Well, Happy Birthday to you, Anya. Big day for you yesterday." She nodded, and shrugged. "Thanks, old man." A little bashful, but that soon resolved into her usual air of arrogance. And goddammit, I was thirty two. Not old man material just yet. I grinned, and looked...
Her breast were hanging down and touching the cold, smooth marble floor. The old woman was sitting in front of her in her white robe looking straight ahead. A black leather string wound around her forehead with the purple Jasmine stone hanging at her third eye center. The woman picked up a small bouquet of dry and spry branches and hit Isabelle on her back....
This story is based on true events, for the most part. Everyone displaying sexual acts are 18+ years old. Comments are welcomed. Vote if you like it. Favorite the story or favorite the author if you feel so inclined. It's safe to assume that conversations are spoken in German, though written in English for your easy entertainment... only because my German ha...
It's funny how things happen sometime. You plan things out, and sometimes you look for a certain thing but if you can't find it, you kinda end up giving up and ignoring it for while, but then all of a sudden, BAM it hits you like a brick wall. I had meeting with a prospective director the other night, and knowing that most of these guys are just a bunch of...
Hello, there. My name is Jennifer Adolf. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-tall, lean and fit, blonde-haired and green-eyed Teutonic goddess. I'm a professional athlete living in the city of Boston. My parents really got pissed when I walked away from a scholarship to Northeastern University to become a professional boxer. I'd rather be a boxer than play...
*There is actually a tattooing franchise called Twisted Ink. I borrowed the name for this story. I came up with the story because of my minor experiences with the tattooing profession...and also because I have a scar like Emily does. Hope you all enjoy!* * Emily entered the tattoo parlor, feeling more than just a little out of place. The building was surr...
Nothing gets me hornier than raiding my stepmother's lingerie drawer. When she leaves the house, I like to sneak into her bedroom and start trying on stuff. She has everything a woman needs to feel sexy. My favorites are her garter belts, lacy bras and thong panties. They squeeze me in all the right places and make me feel like an irresistible temptress. So...
The club was filled nearly to the brim, as it often – maybe always – was on such rare evenings. The event had been advertised in the usual manner: private invitations sent discreetly to the residences of those club members for whom the event would hold a particular interest, and more general advertisements placed for weeks prior in the entrance way as well a...