I must have been out of it for a while, because when I woke up, I wasn't even on the chaise longue anymore. In my sleep, the Bottoms somehow managed to get me from the back porch to the master bedroom and cover me with just a slight sheet, as too much of a blanket in that heat would have been bad news. It was actually very dark and I could hear heavy breathi...
A lot of people complain about their childhood but I like to think that I take the cake. I don't think anyone grew up as screwed up as I was. I wasn't abused or anything like that, well maybe I was. My Mom became a righteous nut after my Dad left. She buried herself deep into religion and got a job working at the church to help her get away from whatever it...
Last night, I drifted off to sleep in a blissful daze as Jack read to me, and I kept getting little flashes of our life together 10, 20, 50 years down the road. They were peaceful thoughts, and sleep found me quickly... I dreamed in fragments of gold and blue for a while. There were only streaks of color, and I felt lost in the never ending sea of hues and...
Aching. Needing. Tingling. Moist, supple lips. A tender kiss. A sweet, warm suction. Expectation, mingled with that same tingling, aching need growing stronger and stronger. A loving hand cupping the soft, heavy mound, gently kneading its sumptuous flesh. Those wonderful lips growing more insistent, yet still so gentle. Passing minutes. Expectation. Mounting...
At the beginning of a foot-slave's 18th year he is prepared every day by his mentor, a woman in her thirties or forties, who is responsible for his training and behavior at the Royal Court. The mentor has been given the young slave when he is about 10 years of age and she has been training him in the art of foot massage technique and all of the necessary pra...
The rural postal delivery man exited his vehicle as he heard the screams. Something was wrong---very wrong. A massive harvesting machine with an opening easily twenty feet wide was moving across the field below him. It appeared to be going faster than it should have been. It was no longer following the crop rows---it was moving diagonally. He quickly scanned...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Master...
Chapter 1 Kit Agrabah walked the streets of Almas greeting many of Desna's worshipers – sailors, travelers, merchants, and so on – on his walk to the temple. His white and black robes blew in the calm wind. Although Kit's demeanor was not one to overtly cause trouble, as a Halfling he often found himself in the midst of it. Today was no exception. Rounding...
For the most part, Father Thomas was bored. As a young student in the seminary he had always imagined that listening to people confess their deepest, darkest secrets would be fascinating. Sometimes, when he used to work in an inner city parish, he did have someone come in to his confessional and tell him in the utmost confidence about affairs they were havin...
(This is a work of fiction and all participants above the age of 18 years) *** He was doing his yoga, as she came into the room, the temperature going up by a couple of degrees. She walked up to him sexily, her hourglass figure accentuated by her cute belly button visible in the center of her curvy stomach. It was difficult to concentrate on his breathing,...