Master's instructions arrive in my inbox unexpectedly. They are characteristically direct and precise. I stare at the email and wonder what He is thinking. There is no explanation. I review the instructions and hope that at the completion of them, I will find Him waiting for me. A reward perhaps for my obedience. The prospect of seeing Master is motivating...
The following events are fiction on my part with the help of my crush. Although we are not together she is aware of me writing this and knows all of my depraved fantasies...well, most of them at least. She will read this series and all of your feedback too. ***DISCLAIMER*** This series will heavily involve cuckolding, humiliation, crying, chastity torture...
~Little Note from Crab~ Hey, Hey, Hey! It's Crab, leave some feedback on what you want to see. I grabbed a bowl with pieces of paper with fetishes to choose from and picked out, so if you want to see something more specific, say so. Got anything to say? Voice it! ~End of Little Note~ I've been stuck in this cold cell for about a day now, or maybe more,...
My wife and I have always used the idea of a three-way or a lesbian encounter as part of our foreplay. Well, maybe I have, and she probably just humored me. I don't know why, but the idea of my wife being pleasured by someone else has always turned me on. I think that I just want to see her pleasured, and in most of my fantasies, I am removed from the action...
Author's Notes: (1) This is fiction, just a story; (2) One should never start a book at chapter 10. This story as a whole is way longer than I anticipated when I started, too long for those who hate it, not long enough for those who like it...apologies to the latter group; (3) Jason is not being exploited by anyone except himself, and shouldn't we all exp...
She walks slowly down the busy sidewalk, head held high, eyes straight ahead. She is walking so slowly, in fact, that the morning commuters rush around her like a swiftly running river sluicing around a large boulder set down by the gods at the dawn of time. No one even glances at her, it's as if she is just a part of the landscape, an obstacle to be avoided...
Warning: this is a work of adult fiction; all characters are over 18 and this should not be read by anybody under that age. Humbly dedicated to my Goddess, Lady Izzabelle ________ It was just another Tuesday evening. A boring day at the office was over and Ian was surfing the net for some entertainment. Ever since he could remember Ian had been drawn to...
III. An Innocent Fantasy It turned out that Lauren and Hanna had a class together on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. The class was Introduction to Sociology. They sat in the back of the lecture hall and spent most of the class passing notes back and forth. By Thursday afternoon, they had grown to be really good friends, certainly more than just flat-mates....
Barbara is a divorced woman whose children have grown up and moved away so she lives by herself in a house on a secluded ocean cove north of town. On sunny days she enjoys sunbathing nude on the small beach outside her door. Barbara is completely self-sufficient and can take care of herself, except she enjoys making love with me, and we get together now and...
(Ongoing series of stories about sexy older women who love using young studs as their cum-fed sex slaves!) * Annabelle and Meredith just came back from their daily morning walk, a ritual the two best friends engaged on daily to keep their hot, GILF bodies in prime muscular shape. Annabelle was 62, a gorgeous silver-haired blonde with lithe, lean legs and...