We pull into the picnic site at just after ten o'clock, after a few hours in the pubs in Edgware where Mary has been flashing her wares at the males (bending over from the waist to pick up dropped change, exposing her stocking tops and thong, allowing me to finger her in the street outside and be spotted by groups of young men). It is still relatively quiet,...
The morning matches her mood, bright and sunny with the promise of sultry heat before noon. She smiles, tucking away a stray strand of hair that cavorts with the open window beside her. In the distance, against the azure sky, puffy white clouds frolic with a flock of sparrows. She glances at the handsome face of the man beside her, his eyes on the road, tens...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
Dave and Andy pulled Sue to her feet. One on either side, supporting her as they walked back to the cabin. She still shivered – wet and cold in the late October wind. They arrived at the cabin where Paul and Wade had put out cold cuts and salads for lunch. "Jeez, Dave. Did you try to drown her? Some of us aren't done yet, you know," called Wade. "Your conc...
The beautiful blonde ran desperately across the muddy ploughed field. Her hands were tied behind her, her bare feet slipping and scrambling in the muddy furrows. She could hear the baying of the hounds in the distance and the noise of a horn being blown. They were closer now. She knew that the hounds had her scent. She was nude. Looking closely at the tearf...
This is my second story. Inspired by, and written for, Sarah. A young lady I chat to online. She's "sub with a Domme streak, slutty and flat chested" -- her words -- but also wants, one day, a loving relationship with a guy who adores her. This is my interpretation of how that could work out. I would LOVE to live this way for real. One day... * We'd bee...
She was strong when she needed to be: my initial impressions of Katherine was that she was brutishly powerful and yet at times as gentle as a butterfly. She was clever too: sharper than an axe with a wit that could cut through pathetic ripostes like a tropical storm would decimated sandcastles. She lived with my aunt because she worked on the farm; I lived...
Bruce's cock hardened more against Selina's traveling talons, the polished burgundy nails a somewhat abrasive contrast to her soft, milky white fingertips. Her fingers toyed with his thrusting, purplish erection as the raven haired beauty chuckled deep in her throat. Selina looked over at the tormented, naked millionaire, muscled arms bound behind him, and t...
Author's note. As this saga continues, aspects of sadism, slavery, cuckoldry, lesbianism, denial and general bdsm are explored. All characters are figments of the author's imagination, and all characters consent to every aspect of the activities described. As always, all characters are aged over 18. Chapter nine. Saturday morning dawned, and Sara slipped f...
It was a little after my 18th birthday and I was into my sixth form at school, my hormones were raging and I still had no outlet apart from my masturbation fantasies. Thomas never said a word to me about the incident in my bedroom; I don't think he had any memory of it at all. Although I was quite pretty with shoulder length light brown hair and a pretty fac...