I spent the night in happy contemplation of all the torment that I would enjoy. My mind raced with the possibilities. I forgot about Jean. I forgot my name. I am a slut. My name is slave Marci. My arms were shackled behind my back and I found it difficult to find a comfortable position on the wooden rack that was my bed. Thankfully the piss could fall throug...
A few years ago, my girlfriend of two plus years, Missy, and I had the greatest weekend of our lives. Before I begin, let me describe Missy. She is a 5' 4" redhead with an unmatched appetite for exploring her sexual boundaries. Which basically meant, she would do anything that I wanted, except anal. She had just graduated college, where she was a sprinter on...
Chapter Four -- The Story of O Sam was prepared for Mark's suggestion to abandon the window displays following the Bettie Page weekend. Mark approached Sam midday on Monday and said he thought the display window had run its course; that they should try something that didn't require Morgan being the model. He had not discussed this with his wife, but was rea...
A dub step remix of Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" and the scent of wet pussies filled the air. Against a chair, a busty redhead steadied herself while doing a standing split. She was wearing nothing but a short, fluffy tutu encircling her tiny waist and dangerously high stilettos with satin ribbons crisscrossing her ankles and calves. A topless angel in go go...
Alexandra popped my cock out of her mouth, and slid my panties back over it, holding them down firmly, while she supported herself on my hips, thinking out loud. "Who would you most like to have a threesome with? You know, if it's somewhat achievable?" My heart was racing, and I was rock hard. I sat up on the bed, and turned the computer screen away from th...
Stan learned plenty about promotional sales from his father. He often marveled how his dad had managed to be so successful in the no-computer era when he began. There were no websites. Only mailouts and signs. Yet his father was the old-fashioned salesman. He did it with hard work, long hours and shoe leather. Stan had inherited is father's work ethic and in...
It was a hot summer's day and David was taking a shower. He was alone in the house and was taking his time washing his tall, athletic body. Once the shower was complete, David dried himself off and tied the towel around his waist. He walked across the landing to his room and made his way to his cupboard. As David moved thorough his room, he heard a noise beh...
I decided to ride home that afternoon with the windows down and satellite radio off. The day had a surreal feel to it and somehow, the norm didn't seem appropriate. After many years of hard work, I was retiring. I didn't plan on just sitting at home, I just wasn't sure what the next section of my life would entail. My wife, Sara, had planned something specia...
(New Years Eve) After Jack had left the humble cottage deep in the hills, Jack felt something real and fulfilling. Not just any old feeling, but one which gave him a certain feeling and more reason to keep on existing. "Damn that lady could cook a mean dish." Jack said. "Wow, and the way she gave me such pleasure in bed." Sighing. Once Jack had reached t...
It was a torrid day. I was as mad as a hatter. Literally. This work was freaking me out. And as usual, when I was mad, I was looking at the girls in the factory simply as fuck-meat "God, I'm horny!" I muttered to no-one in particular, thinking there was nobody in the office. "Huh! You should talk, I've got an itch that could choke a rhino." I turned round...