This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one. I love feedback, comments, criticism and ideas for future chapters; it will help me improve my writing, enhance the story line, and encourage me to continue writing. Also, take a moment and vo...
"Good evening ladies and gentleman. Flight 2134 to New York City is now boarding through gate number 23," announced the gate agent over the PA system. We boarded the plane, and found our way to our seats. Sarah took the window seat, and I took the aisle. As the stewardesses got everyone seated and bags stowed, I began to relax. I could still feel the plug in...
As I sit here at the computer, I rock back onto my favorite butt plug. It's light purple, and about four inches long; maybe a little over an inch wide at the widest part. It's the biggest one I've had so far, and it brings me to orgasms I never thought were possible on my own. It's very soft and always feels so smooth sliding into my ass. I shift my weight f...
This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. (c)DVS 2006 Rita had let go of the slut. I couldn't explain that. Because, the grip she had on her before, I thought we would be forced to get a c...
[MFF, anal] The story thus far: On my trip to Chantelle's new house, I was supposed to see Chantelle and Tom. But Tom had to go out of town, and so instead, I ended up together with Chantelle and her friend Jess. After a day together, we ended up in bed, and we all discovered that Chantelle and Jess liked to play with each other too. Jess made love to Chant...
Author's Note - This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing! Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background. Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give...
Sarah's handcuffs were starting to bite into her wrists and her knees were sore from the hard and damp tiles. It was now 25 minutes since she had been filled with cum. She thought back to her second encounter with her tormentor. * * * It was a week after her forced masturbation in the front room but Sarah couldn't get used to wearing no underwear. On the d...
I vividly remember touching myself in the shower. I was making sure I washed well because I have always been a bit of a clean freak, and as I rubbed my hands through my pussy lips I got that feeling, that "oh my god what was that feeling." Needless to say, like most all girls I began constantly touching myself in the shower, using the hot water and the showe...
I loved the feeling of Ian's tongue on my clit. The man was an oral sex god! The first time we'd fucked, he'd gone down on me like my pussy was the best meal he'd ever had. Every time since, his tongue action had gotten better. I just wished I could see him more often; if it wasn't for his job, which kept him busy almost a hundred hours a week, I would have...
Sitting on the sofa, I arched my back against the cushioning trying to find relief from this forced immobility. Everything was immobile, there was no sign of life anywhere around the house, garden, road ... maybe not even region. The room was dimly lit, shutters closed but with a clear glowing line around the edges where the wood did not touch the wall. The...