The haiku was supplied by Hidden Butterfly. * "Softly spanking me, I cry out for more pleasure! Erotic Torture" This was the mantra that I repeated while kneeling. I was in the spanking position. I was on my knees with my legs spread as far I could get them and my head touching the ground. I stretched my arms before me. I raised my ass high in the air....
She swore she wasn't going to do it this time. Every time she had taken a shower lately, she had done it. It was getting scary. Too much. Now, it was almost the feeling of that hot water on her skin that triggered it. Starting it. And it was so easy to give in, the water heating her skin. Making it wet and slippery. So easy. But this time, she wasn't goi...
His Mistress is a harsh task master. She expects him to tend to her in whatever way she requires. For the moment. When he complies, she might allow him some pleasure, but she always exacts a price for whatever she bestows. The very thought of kneeling before her makes him hard. Being given the permission is nearly too much to bear. She stands now in op...
She stood in front of her closet determined to make the right choice. Would it be the naughty librarian, wearing the business suit, the blouse unbuttoned one button too far, the glasses, the skirt, the stockings? Or her hair in pony tails, plaid skirt, the schoolgirl in detention. Or something else, the busy soccer mom, the real MILF, speeding through town o...
A story - Did it really happen? So I dozed off and must have been dreaming but it seemed so real. I was at the door to my Mistress apartment, a cool, high ceilinged, old factory style loft. I knocked. Mistress was expecting me. "Come in, my dear slut." She always greeted me this way. Mistress was tall, with legs that went for miles. She had a bright smile w...
She was laying on the couch, watching tv when she started feeling the familiar sensation in her clit. The tingling, which made her start thinking about him. The more she thought about him, the more the tingling sensation she felt. Soon, she wasn't even paying attention to the tv, but, rather, laying there and thinking about him kissing her, teasing her, rubb...
World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stories about different tentacle monsters invading Earth, very much an erotic homage to World War Z. These very short stories do not need to be read sequentially. Thanks to Tara Cox (organizer) and Rachel Sprite (muse) for their encouragement to participate in the Survival Revival Challenge - a...
SS34: "The Pleasure Of Your Company" *** September 24th, 6:32 p.m. Another perfectly normal, fair, 70° Wednesday very slowly bid its adieu to the setting sun. Autumn had officially arrived twenty-four hours before, and was politely trying to indicate to summer that it must now be off. Summer, however, was not a season which took particularly kindly to...
Written by me and my friend. Enjoy! * 1. Shania and Charlie were in their 15th year of marriage. It had ups and downs, but they agreed to work whatever problems they had out privately. One such matter that impacted other areas was their sex. That was primarily due to the stresses of raising two kids and Charlie working a job that had him away during many...
Over the next week or so I didn't get to see too much of Mary or Meg. Our schedules just didn't work out, I even think Mary had an away volleyball game and wasn't in the room for a few days. Having said that I definitely noticed changes in Mary since our little adventure in the shower. When I wake up in the morning now and look over at Mary sleeping in her...