Miranda was a timid girl. Somehow she had managed to snag a boyfriend, a cute one at that. He was very into sports while she was into reading and music. They had only had sex a few times, what you would call 'vanilla' sex, just plain. Miranda wanted more from their sexual side, but didn't know how to come forth and say it. She felt embarassed and thought T...
Quiet as it's kept, swinging does happen in the Black Muslim community. The name is Habeeba Hussein, and I'm a young Black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Mobile, Alabama. That's right, folks, there are Black Muslims in the State of Alabama. Is the sky falling because of it? Absolutely not! I am married to a tall, handsome Muslim brother...
Cane's legs were stretched out on a bar, an upper bar had his arms extended as well. "You made a major error, "Casper said to him. "I never thought you were Bi," his naked prisoner remarked. You did not think this through at all, " the Master responded. "One that I would be an easy mark or two my resources." "So torture is your idea." "My original thoug...
"Tonight will be a night to remember." Speaking out loud to myself I quickly grab my purse and head out the door. You promised me a night unlike any I have ever had; my imagination has been playing tricks with me all day in an attempt to guess what you have in store for me. Reaching for my cell phone I give you a quick call. "Hey Chad, it's me." "Hi Jen,...
This was my secret pleasure. To be used. To be a vessel of pleasure. This was why I sought him out--to completely surrender to his control. One night when I came home, he smiled and told me to lock the front door and go to the bedroom. Anticipating the sex to come, I felt the dampness grow between my thighs as I hurried to lock the door and hurry down the h...
She received the text message in the middle of her meeting. She knew it was coming but she had no idea when or what it would say. Lilly was so excited that this was going to finally happen. A few weeks earlier, when she first discovered the web site, she signed up with the intention of looking at and reading about other peoples fantasies. The thought of meet...
Pulling my outfit together for the night, I'm really not sure why I bother. It's one of those catch-22 scenarios. I'm not hard-core role-playing, but I can't stand the taste of vanilla either. And - although I'm sure I'll be happy about it in a decade or so - looking younger than my years only serves as a deterrent for the salt-and-pepper haired gentlemen th...
She comes to me, my Butterfly, every fortnight's Friday evening, and each Wednesday between. On the weekends, those weekends, Our Weekends, we often have a chaperone whose sensibilities we wish not to offend. The sunlit hours and twilight, then, become a whirl of teasing touches and seductive stares. She has beautiful legs, milady does, and I encourage her t...
Chapter 2: Awakenings Mistress fidgeted for her time alone with her pet, often urging her husband off to work with sweet kisses and words. Each morning, as she lay in bed, she listened to him punishing her little pet often negatively critiquing his domination methods in her mind. He was very harsh with the little one, even when she had served no disobedienc...
As you arrive home you see a solid white candle sitting on the doorstep, its been lit and its glow emphasises the envelope propped against it. Its bright red and they've both been there a while, a few drops of white wax almost cover the name "Ben" written on the front. You smile as you recognise the handwriting as mine, instantly wondering what it is I'm up...