When I was eighteen, and I was spending the summer hanging around town doing nothing and basically waiting for college to start so I could leave, my girlfriend was called Emily. I'd known her for a couple of years and we finally started going out just as school finished. She was a little short, blonde, very cute and, well, she liked us to match. Match, you...
She looked up at a dirty tile ceiling. The room was 12 squares by 10 squares. She would leave but the chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles kept her lying naked on the table. She wasn't cold, or hot, or thirsty, or frightened. She was just... there. It was a dream. She knew it was a dream. She couldn't wake up. She counted the ceiling tiles again, an...
Hi again. Thanks for your fast reply! When Angel and I lived in the mountains of Montana, I made contact with a really fun, experienced Master that lived only about 30 minutes from our place. He was a pretty big guy, about 6' 3" with a husky build. After meeting with him a couple of times and deciding he was reasonably sane, we worked out a plan. I was to b...
Harris pulled up to my house with a cloud of dust swirling behind his pickup. I climbed in and we headed down the road. A local town was holding a dance after the fourth of July rodeo at the fairgrounds, and I love to dance. I like nothing more than a nice firm Wrangler ass on my guy. Harris had retired from riding bulls a few years ago, but he still had t...
The power of a Siren wasn't exactly mystical, nor was it completely innate. Sirens were born with some ability, but much of it was learned with time and practice. Put most simply, it was an ability to draw out emotions. Just as a sad song sung by a skilled singer can bring a tear to the eye, the voice of a Siren could find the tiniest bit of emotion and incr...
The next morning after coffee and a shower we found ourselves in bed watching some TV. I was rubbing my hands all over my wife's legs, her skin is so unbelievably soft. I could tell she was getting turned on again. I slowly worked by hand up her thigh and started to play with her pussy a little bit. Gently brushing my fingers over her pussy lips, I gave her...
I received the roses with a keycard tucked between the stems that afternoon. My mind ran wild as he knew it would with all the options. Two hours later a box arrived wrapped in chocolate colored paper and tied with a silver ribbon. I ran across my apartment giddy with excitement, sat on my sofa and tucked my legs under my butt, then ran my fingers over the s...
Circling her, stopping every so often to test the firmness of her flesh through a light slap, a caress, He watched her. Memorized her inch by inch. And as He circled her, she felt the color rise to her skin, staining her pink from the very tips of her toes to the ends of her hair. In her minds eye, she could see what He saw. But where she envisioned hersel...
We met at a bar. Cliché, I know, but it's one of the most relaxed places to meet a date from online. Julie was gorgeous, curvy, and confident, with long red hair and glossy pink lips. We each had two beers and spent the time whispering naughty things to each other in the middle of the crowded room. We talked about limits, our partners, and things we were com...
He sits in the shadows of the bar, quiet, alone—drinking rum and Coke. I know this because I saw the top-heavy waitress take his order, and then I heard her tell the bartender that that's what she needed for "the guy over there." Her boobs jiggled as she tossed her head in the direction of her customer. I've been watching him out of the corner of my eye. Hi...