Julie sprang out of bed the moment her alarm went off. It was followed by a muffled thud of her face-planting the floor, still being tangled up in her blankets. Getting back to her feet, she was much more careful this time. She took her fresh-pressed uniform out of the laundry basket that had cleaned and folded it during the night. Setting it on the counter...
"Oh my God, Nancy, what have you gotten yourself into?" I asked myself. Maybe I moved too far, too fast. Let me back up a little. I won't bore you with the details of how I met this guy (the internet) or how I got to know him. I will tell you that I was looking for some BDSM 'action'. I didn't have any experience, except for the time I locked my hands behi...
Author's note: IMPORTANT: I put chapter 12 in the BDSM category, so if you have not read it there yet, I suggest you do before continuing with this one. As absurd as the concept of a hucow is, I tried to take it quite seriously, to delve in the psychology of a hucow and her owner, in search of what this admittedly strange fetish means, at least to me. The...
Authors Note Hi guys here's the latest, I'm not sure whether I overstretched myself but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Its a bit wordy but there is sex in there somewhere LOL. This story contains elements of BDSM and fetish pony play, there is no bestiality of any kind. Nicola King sat in the beer garden of the Dog and Fox nursing a gin and tonic. It was ea...
My faithful readers, I have just returned from my latest sojourn down to sunny Florida and want to relate the latest fun I had with my primary sub, Jeremy. For those of you that haven't read my previous adventures, I've been in a relationship with him for several years now and when we get a chance he'll come to visit me in CT or I'll pay him a visit in the p...
"Perfect, we will see you Saturday around lunchtime then," I said as I hung up the phone. God that man was stubborn, but I guess being a multi-billionaire slave owner means you are used to getting your own way. My initial offer to breed the girls had been a quarter of my net worth, and I was surprised when Julien had accepted it. Two million was quite a bit...
Prologue: In the year 2129, the 100th celebration of the end of cheap oil was celebrated. During the preceding 100 years, society, laws, and even whole ways of life were changed. * It all started in 2029, when Excon struck the last of the cheap oil pockets deep within the Atlantic Trenches. When the announcement was read across the globe, riots broke out...
All characters are over the age of 18 years old. ***** Hello. My name is Justine, and I'm a 25 year old single male whose fetish curiosity had finally gotten the best of me. My owner granted me permission to recount my story. I started collecting Playboy magazines at an early age. When I had my first computer at the age of 18, the world of porn opened...
I walked into the cabin and smiled before looking back at Kiera and putting my finger over my lips. She nodded but looked confused until I stepped further into the room and she saw Master sleeping with Marta on the bed. Apparently, they had worn themselves out and had fallen asleep. We had decided to come find them when Peter stopped by the courtyard to tel...
As Jim headed back up the road towards New Farm he mused over what had happened. Sure, Mrs Johnson had played a game of cat and mouse with him and his swollen balls and damp clothing were a testament to the off hand way she had dismissed him but, and it was a huge 'but', somehow he didn't mind. He thought over how magnificent she had looked, laid out on the...