Ryan and Chris are in their early fifties, married over 25 years, with three grown children. Chris has submitted herself to Ryan whom she now calls Dom or Sir when they are in session. Chris is Ryan's wife; Toy is Dom's submissive slut. Last night Dom and Toy had a five way and are sitting in a downtown coffee house. They live an hour away so nobody knows th...
Kait made progress on the garden. We had a grand twilight opening ceremony for the new sprinkler system that saw us both wet, muddy and laughing. On reflection now it was maybe another step in awareness of how much this girl was filling the void in my life in a most incredible way, of how I hoped she would always be in it. Toasting each other with Coca Col...
Tim had moved to town several months ago to take a new job. He had immediately been adopted by the office "mom", Judy, even though she was eight years younger than his thirty-nine years. Tim had been over to Judy's house on numerous occasions – mostly for attempted set-ups with one or another of Judy's single friends – and had met her husband, Brent, and the...
Tonight was turning into such fun! First I won that bet, making Jeremy into my sex toy for the night. It was really getting me turned on. I could feel my pussy opening up and starting to get wet. It was such a stroke of luck having Sue show up with my oysters too. My mind was awhirl with possibilities and the night was still young. She was really hesitant to...
It was the first time he had run competitively in a very long time. It felt so much different from daily training where you could stop and rest or slow down whenever you felt like it. There was a definite feeling of pressure, even though this was supposed to be a fun run. He had already stumbled on the way down the trail to the crater floor, and now the heat...
Hi folks. I have revisited this tale and expanded it in response to reader input. I hope you like the new version. Please vote and give feedback. Money? Got money. Want fame. * She is eighteen today. She is a virgin. She has been obsessing about that. She wants a big man; to feel tiny in his arms. She wants it to be perfect, to be ravaged in a cultured sor...
1 It all began, and I say this with a small sense of irony, on a dark stormy night. Doesn't everything of any importance always happen on a dark and stormy night? I don't know if that's true, but all the important events followed from that dark winter snow swept night in December last year. I was just seventeen on that night. My mom was particularly drunk a...
"What do you mean, we should move on to our winter quarters? Summer just started." My voice was raspy as I tried to control my inner beast. I hated having my plans thwarted for any reason. True, my pack had no idea why I wanted to stay in this small town, and I was not about to enlighten them just yet. I wanted to lash out at the pert wolf that had opened t...
I was quickly discovering that the management of pain was something that can only be done inside the head. The serrated jaws of the clover leaf nipple clamps latched on tenaciously to the little nodules of flesh, creating an intense, if very localised agony, out of all proportion to their size. I tried various coping strategies but ultimately what it came do...
An elfin figure stood in the corner of the room, fidgeting restlessly from foot to foot, knickers tangled around her slender ankles. Hands on head, fingers twisting short blonde tresses, even white teeth gnawing at her bottom lip. Her short flared skirt had been flipped up and tucked into a thin silver belt to reveal the burnished skin of her pert bottom rad...