Arriving from London on the Eurostar at Gare du Nord the Englishman walks the short distance to Gare de l'Est. Travelling light his only luggage, a travel-worn leather holdall, swings easily in his hand. It's a bright breezy morning in early Spring; sunny but not so warm as to encourage those outside to surrender their coats and jackets. As arranged they me...
He didn't want to look. But he had to look. It turned his stomach to look. But Jeff had to look. Why 'had'? For several reasons. His Domme Miss Sophia ordered him to look. His wife Rebecca ordered him to look. So he had to obey. But also, he had to look in the same sick, twisted way that people look at car wrecks and other disasters, both hoping to see s...
I really am a little butt slut. Whether it's her finger in my ass while she gives me one of her fantastically intense blowjobs, or her strap-on shoved inside of me as she makes me her bitch, I just love it when she gets to work on my ass. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, she goes all out. I just can't get enough of it; I love every aspect of the...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
Author's note: this story is about interracial cuckoldry with strong themes of dominance, submission, and humiliation. Don't read if you aren't into that sort of thing. ***** Michael's first orgasm came as he watched Shawn make out with his wife on the couch. She looked lovely and elegant in her light summer dress, and it was strange and erotic to see his...
Author's Note: This is the revision of "Night of Lust for a Small Woman" (first Chapter), written by Thekarpathianman, who fully agrees for my submission. Please be informed that all the characters are eighteen years old or more. ***** Everything starts at 9 p.m., in the suburban area of a small town. The four fugitive convicts have no difficulties to...
Author's Note: I originally posted this story under the name zeke81. Time has passed and I've had several suggestions about improving this story so I am submitting this revised version. Please feel free to read the version posted under zeke81 and let me know which version you think is better. ZENDO_ARGOS ------------------------------------- My wife and I...
Michelle looked down at her husband, she could see the desperation in his eyes. He would be openly begging, if not for the ball gag in his mouth. His hands were tied tightly to the bed posts, as were his ankles. His cock throbbed in the air, a drop of precum sitting on top. Shane had been away on a business trip for the past month. During that time Michell...
LETTER FROM SMUCKER LANDING Dear Shoeblossom, I was featured in my brother's letter about being raised in a femdom family in "Letter from Lantham Chase" and I'm also in "Letter from Purcellville" having to do with a neighbor's early experiences when he met me in grad school. I have been in the scene on and off for a while...and now I'm writing my own lett...
I married Elisabeth months after my 23th birthday. To prove that I would not be as abusive as her mother's husband had been, before the police had removed him from their home, Elisabeth expected me to serve her mother and older sister married to a baker naked. I had begun to protest but thinking it over it had excited me. Coming from a very religious family...