Spread out on a dais, naked with her legs spread apart. Her arms also spread, her head slightly elevated on a satin pillow. Her ankles and wrists held in place by padded manacles, her head with a thin silk cord over her forehead, tying her down. Her dark black hair was spread out behind her on display. She had been meticulously cleaned, her finger and toe...
Their vacation to Costara had gone better than Tim expected. He'd always heard that the big cities of Midland were cocktease hellholes, and his wife Jodie had found it rather amusing to paint a picture that their five-day stay was going to involve Tim crawling naked on hands and knees while they stayed at her sister's condo. However, the costal metropolis w...
Prologue "yes! Yes! YES!" Stephanie panted, lost in blissful ecstasy. "Don't stop Tony. Please don't stop! Oh, yes!" Stephanie's body quaked from the breathtaking orgasm. Tony held Stephanie tightly as he made love to his wife in a hidden back corner alcove on the third level of the city's large art museum. She loved the way she felt in the strong arms of...
We met on the Bulletin Boards. I sent Lucy a 'Private Message' and she replied. She was very careful in her responses and gave very little away. She was amusing straight away with subtle one liners which I enjoyed. She wouldn't give away any specifics about where she lived or what she did and it took time to get to know that she travelled around Europe quite...
I had not known her name, at least not as she stood before me, working her way through her own internal dialogue with a stranger poised before her. I wondered as I spoke what she must be thinking behind her bright eyes. "James Wilson," I offered my hand, " I'm in charge of the museum here." She did not take it at first, there were still lists of questions...
I was in my junior year in college, majoring in museum studies. Everyone in my class—and undoubtedly every museum studies major in the city—was applying for internships that summer. The New York City—and especially Manhattan—is filled with world-renowned museums, from the Metropolitan Museum of Art to the Museum of Natural History to the Guggenheim to the Wh...
Vanessa stood looking at the desiccated head of the mummy through the thick glass of the display case, staring through her own ghostly reflection at the grotesque face of a man who'd been dead for over four thousand years. The bandages had been carefully peeled back around the neck to expose his head, and that along with the thin grizzled neck gave him the a...
Thousands of years ago, Queen Hotbox of Egypt died, some said from excess carnal activity. Whether that was the case or not, her ministers knew she was much given to the pleasures of the flesh, and they felt duty bound to let her continue her wanton ways in the Afterlife. Her favorite stud, Rammer, was brought into her tomb and informed that his duties to th...
Chapter 3: The Museum Nicola had run upstairs after the incident with Tom's cum. She hadn't known what to do at the time, so she wiped most of it from her face before returning downstairs. Tom was stood in the kitchen looking sheepish, Natasha was on her knees wiping the remnants of his seed from his bare thighs. "Turn around," Natasha said, almost annoyed...
Abstract: Bunny Nathalie finds the Bay Area's Bunnies are proving to be a hard bunch to keep under her control. In the small hours of the morning, deep below the museum atrium, Darby imitated a Geisha holding her body obediently stock-still in a seiza position as a metal grate dug into her nylon covered knees and ankles. Two staff Goth girls processed her...