(C) 2005 Rachel Gumm. You may freely distribute this story digitally, but only in full, crediting me as the author. Please send feedback to me - it makes writing these worthwhile. * I glanced up at Mark as he finished wiring two leads to a small box of electronics. The other ends of the leads were connected to a cold, metal dildo, which was strapped firmly...
Saturday afternoon, late April. It was sunny outside, but no one could get out for a stroll. Everybody had to stay home, by order of the government, because a stupid disease had been spreading all over the world for two months and a half. "I'm so bored" complained Luca. "Me too" yawned Gina. "I just finished watching nine seasons of The Office. Twice." Lu...
Chapter Six: Wedding Presents I was on an incredible high for a couple of days after my wedding. Like many bridegrooms on the day, I had felt very nervous, both about the day itself and the years of married life that stretched out before me. Only, I had a little more to be nervous about than many. It wasn't just my bride-to-be's contrasting virginal Catholi...
We have two sex shops in town, both chains, one smack in the high street and one down a side road. I have always wanted to see inside them, especially as one of them advertises all its films constantly in my newspaper and I do so love my porn. I never had the courage to go in, though, until one day I was just walking down the side road, no-one about and I t...
She awoke from her dream - aroused. Bree had been dreaming of her new purchase from the night before. Saturday evening she had sat drinking a bottle of wine and surfed the net for something to spoil herself with. Since breaking up with her boyfriend Bree had been feeling increasingly horny with every passing day. So the night before she had decided to do so...
It was her third Tuesday of servicing Scott's desires when pain became part of the scene. After locking the door from the inside she strolled to the armoire and carried the red folder to his desk. "Number seven," he announced. She flipped the pages clipped in the folder and bent them over the top so the weight of the folder held the first six pages under it....
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** As I enter your bedroom I see the box on your bedside table. THE box. My face flushes. You are at your makeup table, che...
Chapter 04: Darla for Fuck Time It was just after noon when the doorbell rang and I said to Darla, "Now remember, talk dirty to him. I need to hear that." Darla nodded her head, said, "I will, I'll remember, now get in there." I started to walk into the bedroom, but turned and said, "And the rubber. Don't forget the rubber." She pushed me on the chest an...
Julia pulled out her toolbox, grinning as it rattled across the floor. It was a huge, heavy thing, bound in faux black leather with satin nickel struts and latches. She fished out a small, heart-shaped key. The lock came open with a snicking sound. Julia was all legs and curves, a red headed and green-eyed vision of Amazonian paradise. Tommy, if he'd known...
My husband and I have what most would describe as an 'active' sex life. I am now in my late forties and he is slightly younger, and we love to play together, experiment, push the boundaries and satisfy ourselves sexually using toys, lingerie and going to parties, sexy balls and functions. I am quite tall, standing five feet, ten inches and my body has fille...