F/m, femdom and strap on play. The hubby and I are kinky bastards who enjoy fucking around the woods in our PA Wasteland costumes. This is our favorite roleplay so far. Enjoy! ***** I crept through the underbrush, peering out from the eyes of my dog skull mask. The ground had been disturbed by several animals, and I could see the partial of a boot print in...
DISCLAIMER: Any and all erotic asphyxiation displayed within these and all MY stories are highly recommended for those who are truly experienced in the breath play fetish. Please, educate yourself and your partner before attempting this fetish and, always, use caution and precautions. Education and safety are a must within this realm of fetish! "I'm m...
There isn't anything sexual in this part but there will be in chapters to come. I decided to divide it up instead of finishing it in one fell swoop. It was just taking to long. So please enjoy this. (Anything in parenthesis is meant as the mental communication between them.) *PROLOGUE The resonance of their screams linger but I do not hear them, the impre...
The beautiful blonde ran desperately across the muddy ploughed field. Her hands were tied behind her, her bare feet slipping and scrambling in the muddy furrows. She could hear the baying of the hounds in the distance and the noise of a horn being blown. They were closer now. She knew that the hounds had her scent. She was nude. Looking closely at the tearf...
The full moon shine brightly upon the abandoned warehouse, its light penetrating into the depths of the building seeping in through cracks and holes of the structure. Two boys' one nineteen and one eighteen were climbing the brick wall that surrounded the building. They were simply looking for somewhere to hold a large party away from prying eyes yet little...
"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you," George said. "I only run that line to make the ladies think better of me. Do you honestly believe a man can get to thirty-four—in this day and age—without ever having sex?" Nicole chuckled. She leant over him until his eyes were staring up into hers. Their emptiness was a hole that threatened to tug out his soul and reel...
Her earliest memories formed during the Roman occupation. Certainly she herself was much, much older. Created from primal drives more ancient than humankind, she lived her ageless life in a fog of obscurity and concealment. Furtive whispers were the only acknowledgement of her presence; anxious believers muttering fervent prayers and obtaining blessed charms...
Call me Chris, everyone else does. My name is Christine Belmont and I'm a young woman living in the Kanata neighborhood of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in Montreal-Nord, Quebec, to a Haitian mother and French Canadian father. If you were to look at me, like most people you'd find me cute and innocent. I'm nineteen years old and stand five-foot-el...
It was just another Friday night in the city. A night for going out and having a good time. A night to see and be seen, to check out others and be checked out by them. A night to hunt and be hunted, and on this particular night there was more than one kind of hunt going on. There was more than one type of hunter as well. He moved slowly through the crowd,...
I dig my toes into the fabric, feeling the catch of the material through my socks and trying to focus on that instead of the clawing need in my chest. It doesn't work, but I knew it wouldn't. I try again anyway, digging my toes in harder, curling them and pressing down into the soft cushion of the couch. I'm sitting on the arm of it, my back to the desk...