I don't remember exactly when she had first appeared beside me. Almost as if I woke up, and there she was, hanging on my arm, laughing animatedly at anything I said. At the very least, she was a barfly. She was on a first name bases with several patrons and the bartender. She may have even been a professional. I don't know. I was not from that area. I only s...
Fencing is a difficult and dangerous job. To be effective, fence posts need to be in straight lines and spaced evenly. If there is a five tonne rock or a one hundred year old gum tree where the fence post needed to go, then too bad, the fence needed to be straight. Barbed wire needs to be tight, and applying tension to it is risky. Fencing was normally done...
Standing at the window, watching the traffic pass by, music is playing in the background as You lightly rest your fingers on the icy pane. You are oblivious to the world, hypnotized by the falling rain and music. I silently come up behind you and caress your throat as I bring my body close against you. You lean your head back against me as my fingers run dow...
My partner and I have been trying out bondage and mild BDSM for a little time now and have collected together a few toys and made up several pieces of equipment for our play. One of the items we have are clamps made from large wooden clothes pins ('pegs' in the UK), which have larger jaws and stronger springs meant for heavy washing items such as blankets. T...
I woke up in the morning, glanced at the clock, and quickly hopped out of bed and ran into the shower. I overslept because I had stayed up too late talking to you again last night, but I can never get enough of you. And honestly, I would probably still be talking to you if you hadn't ordered me to go to bed! As I was lathering my body quickly, I began to thi...
Joyce 2 - Flatulent confession It was 6pm in the London offices of Clutterbuck Legal Publishers, Bell Yard, EC2. Manager Joyce Tipson was sitting in her office chatting to Julie, her secretary. The year was 1972 and the building was deserted because the employees had all gone home with the exception of Joyce, Julie and one other – your humble scribe, John...
The rain continues to fall as I pull myself away from the tree. I struggle to find a comfortable position against the rough bark, but fail. My ankles are bound and limit my movement to small adjustments. My fingers tingle as my movements tighten the rope knotted around the branches above my head. I wonder when you're coming back...if? No, you'll be back, you...
********** Note to readers: This is my first story here. I decided to write it because I couldn't find stories about my own fantasies -- the fantasies of a female bisexual genderqueer. I needed to externalize what was in my head. I wrote what was hot for me, the kind of story I'd been wishing to find. This first chapter is slow, because I like my sex that...
My skin raises in goose bumps as I feel her hand gently run along my naked back, waking me, lying on my stomach a drowsy half-remembered dream confusing my thoughts, as I feel her fingers trail upwards, reaching my shoulder blades before stopping. As I start to rise my eyes stay closed it takes my confused mind a few seconds to realise the blindfold pressin...
It was time to leave, Elsa and Julie were beside themselves with excitement, it was not often that Master took them shopping and they had no idea what they were to expect. One thing was certain it would be fun. They got into the car, their Master got into the driving seat, he drove to the seedy part of town - he wanted his girls to be sluts and fuck toys fo...