Leo was drenched in sweat his wrists burned from where the metal of his bindings cut into him. His shoulders stretched back behind his head, ached. How long had he been hung there? he wondered. All around him was darkness yet he was bathed in limelight causing him to squint as he tried to make some sense of his surroundings. His attention cast downwards as t...
When my personal lights went out in Texas that night, they stayed out until morning lifted my eyelids. You were still sleeping naked beside me, softly snoring, but then I was always an early riser. Naked, I padded across the room to the bathroom to relieve my bladder of it's nightly buildup. After watching the golden liquid flow out of the end of my cock and...
Clio Introduces The Boys to School Clio stood in front of her full-length mirror and fluffed her tumble of luscious black hair. She'd had the new hair girl put in some warm purple lowlights so that it all glowed in vibrant color. Gorgeous. Falling in soft waves over her shoulders, her hair framed her face and draped around her breasts, bringing attention to...
Author's note: In the world of BDSM, often the submissive person does not capitalize references to themselves, and always capitalizes references to their Dom/ Domme as a show of respect for the superior person. Since this story is written from the perspective of the submissive partner in the scenario, it is proper to refer to them in the "lower case." * H...
Julia and I had been together for a few years. Besides being intimate with each other, we were also best friends. We had tried all the usual sexual stuff - missionary, her on top, riding her from the back, oral, and so on. We also had fantasised about other things, threesomes, and gang bangs, but never quite mustered up the courage to take these things throu...
ONE I had my first apartment in a crappy little complex full of enlisted men and their wives, divorced moms with kids, and people who thought it was a good idea to start the day drinking beer on the front porch. It was a shithole but it was my first shithole and I was excited to be on my own after high school, working and saving for whatever I figured out t...
Chapter 3: Moira and the Wearin' O' the Green If Moira were a man, she would be described as being "As Irish as Paddy's pig". Since she is a beautiful young woman, people don't say that about her, but her favorite design motif is shamrocks and her favorite color, by far, is green. She always wears at least one green outer garment and on special days, especi...
"Aaah!" Cynthia nearly screamed. Her body bucked as the hot wax strip was pulled away from her crotch. "Don't worry. I'll kiss it and make it better." Estley assured her. Robert had mentioned that he liked a well shaved woman. Cynthia eagerly wanted to please him. So she had asked her older Asian friend for help. The burning sensation in her crotch was...
This is more a collection of images than a story, ones that happened to have been fermenting in my mind this morning. They will, no doubt, be incorporated into and taken further in my actual, narrative based tales... * I was now quaking in both fear and excitement. My legs were beginning to dig into the concrete floor and I could feel the imprints that wou...
August 8th 1991 It was stifling in the bedroom with the windows closed, the door tightly shut and the two bodies giving off a sexually aroused sweat. Tom sat on the left and his best friend Jamie on the right, both their naked backs leaned against Jamie's bedstead and their legs splayed out in front of them, jeans and underwear shoved down to their ankles....