The morning after our first time exposing Misty we talked about the events of the previous night and how we felt about them. Misty was concerned I would be upset with her for dressing and acting like a slut while we were out. She was apologizing to me saying it was because she had gotten drunk and wouldn't let it happen again. I was feeling bad about the way...
As Salam Alaikum, my people. My name is Khadija Suleiman and I'm a young Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born and raised in provincial Ontario, but my parents, Ahmed and Alia Suleiman hail from the beautiful and culturally rich Federal Republic of Somalia. The ancestral homeland of our family. I'm a second-generation immigrant, I gu...
I was unemployed and soon going to be kicked out of my apartment. My gorgeous roommate Cynthia, a tall Asian girl who worked as a professional dominatrix, was getting married to Sean, one of her regular clients and a wealthy tech entrepreneur with some secret BDSM tendencies, so she had given me my notice to move out. I had my own sexual proclivities, which...
The sun was lighting up the drapes as I awoke to faint sounds of my Hubby already in the shower. I rolled over onto my side to face the door, feeling the leather leash slide off of my shoulder. It reminded me that I'd spent another night collared and leashed to the bed frame, an increasingly common way of spending the night and another layer of kinky consist...
I picked up my cycle and continued my search for young Prudence. I asked around, showing the hologram in every public place I could locate. As usual I came up empty. Either people didn't know or too scared to tell me anything. After all the excitement I didn't have time for breakfast, and my stomach was already empty as a deep hole. Before I did grab a bit...
Introduction: We are in our forties, John is slightly dominant and I'm slightly submissive in our relationship. We are into exhibitionism; that's our thing. I love to have a walk fully naked every now and then, mostly at Johan's hand with him most of the time fully dressed. Sometimes he joins me in nakedness, but most of the time it's only me naked. We...
Most stories have chapters. This isn't one of those stories. The tale between Loni and Jim can't be told through chapters. Whatever happened between them was more like telling the story of a battle. The perspective of the battle changes from soldier to solder, where they were positioned and which side they were on. Loni and Jim are real people. All persons i...
Drip, drop, drip, drop. I wake up in an upright position, sat in what can only be described as an embodiment of water, backside numb with a deep aching sensation of cold seeping through to my bones. I take a look around me, almost total darkness apart from a slither of light emitting from above me. My other senses start to kick in as I bring myself to my...
I guess you would have called me a prude for most of my 50 years. Born in the 50's my family never showed so much in the house as you would see them wearing outside. I was told from an early age that those parts were to never be seen by anybody with the exception of a doctor and on special occasion a lover or more specifically a spouse. I had been married an...
I advertised all over the small town of Haston, the Brat of the land Amber was to be publicly spanked at the village hall. It said online that she was the terror of the town, rude discourteous and a vandal of public amenities. No one could really picture her but everyone was sure they had been the victim of her thuggish ways and the two hundred tickets sold...