I wait for you. Kneeling on the floor, my wrist and ankle cuffs on. Completely nude, my nipples hard in the cold room. I wait for you. My hands resting on my thighs, palms up. I wait for you. My heart pounding in my chest. I wait for you. My hair in a pony tail, my head bowed, my eyes closed. The bed is covered with toys, ball gag, flogger and paddle, and th...
Cannes to Las Vegas a pony girl odyssey A sequel to Saddleworth to Cannes "What on earth did you want to go and do that for!" Daddy demanded as I stepped down from the podium, or what was left of it after it collapsed when I did my victory jump, to a faint ripple of polite applause with my Cannes grand prix winners gold medal around my neck. I had just w...
Ponyboy vignettes with a mixture of straight and bi situations. ********************* Jack hadn't meant to become a ponyboy; not exactly. Yet here he was, dripping with sweat under the blazing sun, teamed up with another huge stallion to pull one of the old-fashioned ploughs that churned the rich earth on this traditional farm. His diagnosis of Slavery Den...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
This story is for a compilation of many different bdsm adventures. It was formerly known as latex adventures, but as chapters developed they dealt more and more with different aspects of bdsm, and less consistently with latex. Latex still exists as a strong element in many of the chapters, namely because I like to write about characters wearing it. I created...
Author's note: As absurd as the concepts of hucows and ponygirls are, I tried to take them quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow or a ponygirl and her owner, in search of what these admittedly strange fetishes mean, at least to me. Therefore, beside the tropes of the genre (kinky sex, humiliation and de-humanization), you will find the musi...
Rain pounded on the roof of the bar as I peered out of the glass windows, thinking of him. I had amazing, passionate sex with my professor on Friday and I am still in disbelief that a fascinating man would want me as his sex toy. It was a slow Sunday evening and my tips surely proved it. The semester had just kicked off at University of Tennessee and student...
Waking up smothered in naked female flesh would have been nice if not for the fact I had several Mai Tai's last night and passed out before hitting the bathroom. I had Felicia on one side, Kiera on the other, with Shelly and Sonia curled up together between my legs. It was every man's fantasy, but having woken up with Felicia, Elizabeth and Amanda in my bed...
Henry had actually come up Trumps, I had barely arrived back at the farm than he took me to the big barn behind the stables, one I had never been to before, and I saw it contained a half decent training arena. "What do you think of this?" he asked. It was a little black box with a strap. "Great?" I said, wow a box with a strap wonderful. "Ha, you haven't...
Chapter 11 The Escape Brandi was lying on her back with her limbs stretched out around a rubber space hopper. It looked as though she was cuddling it. She was impaled upon a large rubber penis extending from it, securely fitting inside her vagina. Janet had taken her and a school friend, Cindy, as slaves. They were now being used in the woman's sex store...