Bruce wasn't quite sure how he had landed in his current predicament. However, he was quite sure he didn't like it. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Sunny, seventy-five degrees, light breeze. On days like today, he was supposed to be sailing on Lake Michigan with his lovely wife. Instead, he was literally shackled to the enormous antique desk in his ba...
Chapter 5 As James was talking himself back into anonymity, he saw the first of the television vans pull up to the lobby. Then there was another. Then another. Local reporters quickly exited those vehicles, and he soon realized that he was about to be a top story on local television. He had no idea what the rules were regarding nudity on Mexican television....
It's mid-morning. The day is bright and cool and lazy. They are in their bedroom. The shades are open. So are the windows. Sun streams onto the bed and floor and one entire wall. The covers are rustled and mostly shoved aside. They haven't spoken a word in some ten minutes. His mind is adrift with a half-dozen thoughts. Her mind is tightly focused. She...
"My legs tugged at the ankle bindings to no avail. How did one conversation get me into this predicament?" This is a fictitious intense BDSM story I wrote, set in the first person. It involves consensual exploration and sex. If you should enjoy reading it, please give it a positive rating and spread the word. It took me some time to get the nerve up to publi...
I am writing this as a task for my Domme. Her room, for the most part, was exactly as it usually is when she calls me into it. Lights off, dimly lit with candles that I can smell from the moment I entered the door. Her usual items -- a flogger, a crop, wrist cuffs, a rope -- were all set out neatly on the bed. However, there were two new, unfamiliar feature...
I nearly jumped out of my skin when my desk phone rang. I'm not used to many calls, especially so early in the morning. I picked it up and said hello. "Good morning, Mrs. Lynch, this is Isabella De Carlo. I'm calling from Mr. Blackwell's office." I'd never heard of either of them. "Hello, Miss De Carlo, how may I help you?" "Mr. Blackwell would like to se...
It was dark... It was starting to get annoying. Sophie was stuck and horny, her arms tied behind her back connected with a chest harness for extra security, her right ankle tied to the leg of the desk with enough give to walk but not really go anywhere, and a blindfold keeping her from seeing anything but she could hear the laughter and chatter of the rest...
When the turbulence had first started - less than an hour into the five hour flight - Liz had felt fine. Two hours later, she felt decidedly less fine under the continuous glow of the fasten seat belt sign - partly because the turbulence hadn't let up, and partly because she hadn't had time to pee since her connecting flight early that morning. She had alre...
It was my first year in college, a freshman, and a virgin...but not by design. No ego involved, I can honestly say I was a handsome young man and was told so by many of my female friends. I'm six feet tall, dark hair, blue eyes, fit, and smart enough to be at the top of my class. My problem starts when I open my mouth, no confidence leads to a lot of babbl...
This story is completely fictional. All characters are willing participants in all activities and similarities between other fictional characters is unintentional. I hope you enjoy the story and welcome all feedback. This is my first time writing so expect there to be a few mistakes. Thanks and I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing...