You woke up one day feeling like the world was spinning. For the longest time while you went about your daily routine, you had the inkling feeling that something was off. The people around you responded differently to your actions and words. Most were as they were. If you insulted them, they would get angry, but if you stared at a woman's boobs for too long,...
Revan's voyage to pussy Important Notice: On my vacation just now, I found out that I lost some of my fun at writing ever since posting what I created, because I always thought about what would be good for the readers. Something I never did in the years before. I wrote a story just as it came to my mind once again and can tell, that it does far more to rela...
Power Sabotaged : A New Life For Sheila : Part 6 : New Horizons Bob was good to her, she now felt. She was happy with the food he gave her, and even more with the physical needs he answered. He was not entirely the perfect soul mate, but she found she enjoyed his company and his conversation, to a good degree. She enjoyed his flattery and attentiveness eve...
"Rose bring me the Baxter and Jenkins file please." I squirm in my chair as I hear your voice, and feel a hot blush, pink as raspberries steal over my skin. This is code and nothing to do with office business. I head for the ladies rest room, and breathing to control my thudding heart, I remove my minuscule black lace panties. This walk to your private off...
Important Notice: On my vacation just now, I found out that I lost some of my fun at writing ever since posting what I created, because I always thought about what would be good for the readers. Something I never did in the years before. I wrote a story just as it came to my mind once again and can tell, that it does far more to relax me than what I did in t...
20 June White walls. White curtains. White bed sheets. No patterns. No life. No ordinary sounds. Just the infuriating "beep beep" of the impersonal machine monitoring my life signs. Shades of Monty Python and the 'machine that goes Ping!'. The thought brings a laugh to my throat and finally you notice I am awake. Stupid, flat expression. You're trying for...
Neil stood helplessly in the cell, corseted and in severe head bondage, his hands cuffed to his slave collar, unable to influence anything to change his state of sensory deprivation and utter despair. There was no sight, no sound except his heartbeat and breathing, no taste but rubber, no smell but leather, and no feeling except the cold concrete floor benea...
Introductions Dear readers, I've searched google many times to find out information about our little fetish. It is certainly a challenge, let me tell you this. To explore this whole new world of tickling is no easy task, when the information is scattered about forums, and blogs. I thought to myself, heck I'm a writer. I can read. Why not write a bloody in...
When I got married, I had spent four years with my partner, but we had not once had a truly honest conversation about our sexual fantasies. We’d try, but then get embarassed or would tell only part of what we were thinking out of fear of judgement. To be honest, I’m not even sure we knew enough about our own fantasies to express them to each other, much le...
My fingers smell of you - the smell of your pussy gushing over me. Both hands. I think my hair smells of you. God! Probably my eyes smell of you. Was there any part of me that was not trying to touch you and be inside you? I am forcing myself to sleep with while visions of you distract me from the peace of slumber. Visions you have sent to make a cruel remi...