Content warning: Primal scene that includes (consensual) choking and humiliating language. ***** I ring your bell, and you open the door. You're a striking sight, all dressed up: red box-pleated skirt, black hold-up stockings that end (teasingly) just under your skirt-line, and a white top — a short-sleeved bodysuit that's stretched so tightly I could acc...
Previously... While out shopping with my wife I came across the Pro Domme I used to secretly visit, Mistress Allison. She took the opportunity to humiliate me and force me back into visiting her and also began to take a not entirely healthy interest in my wife Christina. * COLIN'S NIGHT I reached for the gin bottle and with a slightly shaking hand poured...
The lost girl felt stirrings within the Dream. They were coming now. The Three. Malcolm Gerstein turned the ghostmobile into the driveway of the abandoned cider mill, stealing one last glimpse of Persephone's ample cleavage in the rearview mirror, before setting the parking breaks on the van. For her part, Persephone Orisha continued to stare at the blond...
This is a contribution to the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. The idea is to write a short new story every day, to help us all get through the "shelter in place" period of the Coronavirus challenge to us all. My first eleven stories were called My Junior Year Abroad. This story is a departure, but I hope you like it, all the same. ******...
Gabriela a very pretty Peurto Rican with black hair blow dried to light fluffy bangs was wearing a yellow sun dress that clearly showed her mesmerizing figure that in the sunlight showed tantalizing glimpses of her sexy hot pink bikini panties and matching see through blouse. Her perfume was of a intoxicating tropical scent that caused men to turn. A light s...
The Hangman Cometh: A correction By Woodmanone Copyright February, 2013 (This is a reposting of the original story. There was a problem when I posted the continuation of the story called The Hangman Cometh: Tyler Rawlings. I'd had problems posting Part 2 and apparently the webmaster misunderstood the email concerning those problems and replaceed the first...
"I know why you love it when I fuck your face," Nat whispered into her husband's ear as she tenderly wiped a tear from his face. "You love it because you're afraid of dying, aren't you?" she moaned softly as she gently touched herself, clearly very aroused by his deepest fears. "That's part of it..." Stan replied, his hands trembling uncontrollably in nervo...
Author's Note: This is a queer, kinky, feminist retelling of the classic children's story "The Five Chinese Brothers" by Claire Huchet Bishop. I dedicate it secretly to Judith Halberstam, whose lecture on female masochism and the "queer art of failure" at the university I attended a couple of years ago (just after I'd written the story) made me think it migh...
A thick fog falls over Londonium, and wisps of mist dance down the alleys and avenues like phantoms chasing away the daylight. Ahead of me looms the Tower, the most dreaded dungeon in all the land of Brytannia. Perhaps no other place besides Hell has known as many suffering souls, and it's halls have been the last that many have walked. I stop and stand in...
This is a story about BDSM and pleasure. Please understand everything done was consensual The scenes are no worse than you might see in the movies. There is no actual "snuffing." All of the women involved savored the experienced and had intense orgasms. This story is for your entertainment only. * Hello, my name is Becca. If you have read any of the storie...