17 April 1922, Berlin Three riding crops were lined up in a row. Two cat o' nine tails next to them. A leather mask and bustier. Cuffs lined with mink. On a raised dais was a daybed draped in red velvet. Candles flickered in sconces on the walls. Fierce heat from the fireplace. It wasn't your typical showroom, but then Ingrid was a master--or rather, mistr...
This story has no basis in reality. We just thought it would help us get into the holiday spirit. It seems to be working, too: We've been giving each other little "presents" for a week now! We hope you enjoy it. --- This Christmas eve was different than previous ones, because I received the "big" present from my wife without having to wait until morning wi...
She was worried about the sex. Oh, not the sex, really, Miranda thought as she turned to admire the fit of the pale green gown she'd chosen for the honeymoon. She was a virgin, after all. She'd made the decision to wait for marriage before indulging in what her sister Peg liked to called ‘the delights of the flesh', and she supposed it was perfectly normal...
Dressed in a tailored red, velvet suit and adorned with a red hat trimmed with white fur and a shiny black belt with bright gold buckle and calf high boots, Freddie looked in the mirror dissatisfied with what he saw. With his broad shoulders, developed chest, muscular arms, and slim waist he looked more like Arnold Schwarzenegger than he did Santa Claus. F...
Brushing my hand by your head, I feel your hair, the short spikes feel strong like the muscles in your body. Although tough, you yearn to be submissive, for another to guide you in a space you cherish, that wonderful place of oblivion. You wish in your mind wanderings of being pushed to that point, of guarding yourself, your physique, your brain, your pain t...
'Go up and wait for me', he said. 'I'll be two minutes'. Up I went, trembling already with anticipation. I was dying for a fuck - any sort of fuck - but the look in his eyes was different this time. It seemed to promise more than usual. The tone of his voice was low, controlled, but there was something extra there too - some secret, suppressed excitement. Tw...
Dark eyes. Dark almond shaped eyes. They stare back at me from the looking glass, the distorted image of what I am and what I could be. I am accursed and damned, as surely as any other lover's fool. At the age of seventeen, my mother and father betrothed me to Philip the Handsome of Austria. It was a fatal error that has jeopardized my now immortal soul. Adi...
To Ms. Jones' annoyance, Ian raised his hand when she asked the class if anyone had forgotten their gym strip. "Again, Ian?" The rest of the class snickered. Red faced, Ian nodded while behind him big blond Trent Larson acted the spaz, flopping his muscular arm over his desk, provoking hoots from his cronies. "Quiet!" Ms. Jones, in six-inch heels, clacked...
344. That's how many days she's lived in this apartment complex. Of those 344 days she'd masturbated for me 327 times. Once a day mostly...though she'd hit twice a day three times. Valentine's Day, May nineteenth, and August second, what is the significance of those last two? No idea. Honestly, despite the fact I have seen every beautiful angle of her, I ha...
My initiation and return had come after a bad car accident and loss of memory. But things were coming back to me now. I realize it was fate that brought me back to the coven. It was no accident. And soon my skills would be needed. Little by little, faded memories started to flow in. It would be a process. But the scent of the soft, white-armed witches would...