Ritual Stories

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Our Evening Ritual

by AfroerotiK on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Making time for sensuality in my life is essential for me. I make sure that I dedicate time to it each and every day. It's a concept to which I'm committed, well, to which we are committed because it includes my man and his efforts as well. I told a few of girlfriends about my nightly evening ritual and they all laughed at me. They all told me that it was to...

The Ritual

by The_Technician on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

In a time in the far past... or perhaps the distant future... Karl and Theata – a peasant couple struggling to eke out a living from the land – deal with the perhaps unwelcome news that she has been chosen to be a central part of a very special Spring ritual. This is a very different type of Romance tale. I had a great deal of trouble deciding in which cate...

How to Ride a Tikbalang Ch. 11

by SkinandSin on Feb 25, 2019
NonHuman

Kidlat could finally think of food, though he wasn't up to cooking yet, so Jinx fetched him food from Aristocrat, the restaurant near Cocoy's apartment. Her tikbalang had wanted practically everything on the menu but the dinuguan at puto. The waiters must have thought she was having a party. The things mortals didn't know, she shook her head as she navigat...

Your New Male Slave

by CoupleInExile on Sep 14, 2017
How To

So you've taken a slave. Congratulations! Chances are, you really haven't given much thought to 'What now?' It's all been fun play for a few hours. But. If you really want a *real* slave, you'll need to invest some time and effort in consummating your new property arrangement. Your new possession may be naturally submissive (or not! even more fun!), but you...

All Tied Up

by sparkle8 on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

You've tied me to the four corners of the poster bed, naked, face up, with leather straps. This is not at all unusual, as we have been following this ritual each week for the last year. I find it quite exciting. You seem to get something out of it, although I'm not sure I would call it sexual gratification. I don't know WHAT I would call it. Anyway, the rit...

Sally's Ch. 07

by seat542 on Sep 25, 2017
Fetish

This is the final of the Sally's Series due to time commitments...another school year is starting and time becomes a short commodity right about now. To all those who followed this over the summer thanks and I hope this last one meets your expectations.....Seat542 I am turning off voting for this one, but feel free to leave comments... PS—I will be writing...

Aphrodite's Curse Ch. 070

by Gaius8666 on Sep 15, 2017
BDSM

Hours later the crowd was surprisingly quiet now with only the groans of Apollo heard over the occasional glob of chocolate hitting the stones of the Patio with thunderous wet splats. Every Nymph and Goddess watching was enormously aroused and gushing wet by the sight and all were dripping right along with the chocolate fountain relentlessly coating Apollo's...

Rules & Rituals in D/s Relationship

by WillowPuss on Sep 11, 2017
Reviews & Essays

All the D/s (Domination/submission) relationships I know of, and have read about, have rules and rituals that the submissive must follow. I am sure that those not involved in D/s must think that such regimentation would stifle any relationship and make it unbearable on the submissive. I am sure that many men and women who are just discovering their submissiv...

Losing My Manhood

by magic_tantra on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Once Mistress got used to using the razor strop it became her favorite way to discipline me. The strop hung in my bathroom proudly patiently waiting its time for Mistress to order me to take it down for another whipping. Mistress found was the strop did not break the skin yet left wide red marks that healed in less then a day. The punishment that the strop g...

Astrid's Rise Ch. 01

by honeyblondenymph on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Astrid Langsommer untied the sash from around her waist and let her robe fall from her body to her straw bed. Naked in the drafty confines of her husband's quaint mill hut, she shivered. Moonlight seeped through the cracks in the shutters dashing icy white against the vicious makeshift altar she'd made for herself - to the Dark Mother. The steel dagger on h...