Dear Diary, I think sometimes as human beings we make things complicated when really it's the answers that are more important than the questions. I know who I am and I know what I want. If I just wanted sex, I know that toys and other people would work, my desire would fade and I could move on to the next thrill, the next taboo pleasure. However, I cr...
I had been watching you all night. I, and the rest of the male population of the bar, of course. A fairly sizable portion of the women were watching as well, some with jealousy, some with lust. Your whirling, twirling and tantalizing body had electrified the crowd. Even on such a crowded dance floor, necks were craned, fingers were pointed, ears whispered in...
This guy at work had been flirting with me for some time. Every time he could find a reason to come into my area, he would. He wasn't pushy, just real nice. He would stop by in the morning to see how I was doing and if I needed anything. Then about 11, he would stop by or call. He would do this several times in the afternoon too. After a short time, he asked...
"Please?" she begged, her hand outstretched as she cowered in the corner of her cage. Her platinum blonde curls were nearly white as they framed her pale face. Her skin was the color of alabaster and she looked like a goddess. Her body was perfection; her breasts perfect mounds, her legs long and lush. Her lips bright red trembled as she spoke. Her other arm...
I'd sort of drifted off in to my own world, wondering how Mr. Miller and I could continue once Mrs. Miller returned from New York, when I heard him call me from the bathroom. I debated on pulling a sheet around me, or even putting a shirt on, for about two seconds before rejecting either idea. I wanted Mr. Miller to see me, and to be turned on. I was past th...
My wife of 15 years, mother of my two kids, came up to me and abruptly, violently and unexpectedly, kneed me in my groin, adroitly smashing my testicles, like an experienced street walker who handles drunkard johns every night. I immediately doubled over, whereupon she grabbed my right arm, bent it painfully behind me and, using a wicked whippy cane, mercile...
The One Bomber. That would have to be his name. That asshole, Ted Kaczynski, had already used up his first choice for a name, the Uni Bomber, so he would have to go with this lesser selection to express the same idea. He was the One Bomber. The One that mattered, the One who would punish those who deserved it. Someone once tried to tell him that that Kaczyn...
How The World Should Be Run: The Chronicles of Femdom Chapter 1: Katy Meets Uke I walked down the busy street passing women in business clothing, leather, dresses, just the normal stuff. The men accompanying the women were mostly nude, but others wore business clothing, leather, dresses...the normal stuff. I passed K9s, sissies, leathers, bois, servants, s...
It happened all of a sudden. None of this was planned. Yet the events that unfolded seemed so well orchestrated, so natural. It has opened my eyes no a world I knew very little about. And I couldn't have done it without my boyfriend, Jithin who opened me up to a world I knew little about. Jithin and I have been in a relationship for little over a year. Thou...
I taught an art class at the local school around the corner. You wouldn't think I'd have many male students in my class but I did. I had twelve students in total, eight of which were male. I had heard the female students bitching about it how it was only because I was twenty-three and had a slim body with full busty breasts and an almost perfect hourglass fi...