Our sex life hadn't been as happening as before. In fact, I was happy if we managed to get under those white cotton sheets once a week. Cotton sheets. Just that sounded boring and far too ordinary. What ever happened to the satin sheets I used to bring out whenever Eric slept over? But, that's married life for you. After ten years of married bliss, the birth...
"Who’s there," she said upon hearing the knocking at the door. "It’s Gary, Cynthia," he said from the other side of the door. "Oh alright hold on," he heard from beyond the heavy wooden door. Then there was distinct clicking sound of brass mechanics scraping against each other as she unlocked the door. The knob twisted and the door opened upon the spac...
Arwen's eyes sagged as she listened dully to the ranting between her husband, King Aragorn and his 'guest', GrimLord Torl Bain. For once the bellowing between her Lord Aragorn and the visiting barbarian king took the eyes of Bain's troop off her. With a dismissive shake of her head she listened as they howled back and forth over disputed lands or some such....
Authors note: This story is about teasing, but it's also about relinquishing control and giving another person the responsibility for your own pleasure. It's about respecting another completely and absolute trust. It is NOT about control, or pain, or humiliation. I am not part of the BSDM community and I make no claims that this is how things happen within t...
Will was in a strange trance-like state as he was led from the assessment room; he was told to put his trousers and shirt back on, he did so; he was told to go with the lady outside who had been summoned by bell-pull, he did so; he was told to strip again whilst overseen by three stern women in the bath-house, he did so. Will had not been imprisoned, but fel...
From Syrena Exposed — A Traveller's Guide The origin of the name "Syrena" is a matter for conjecture. It may refer to the Sirens, the beautiful mermaids of ancient Greek legend who lured unwary sailors to their deaths. This is the motif which the modern tourist board promotes in reference to the women who were brought to the island in the eighteenth century...
I looked at my watch, "Fuck it...nearly six, ...I bet they will be closed!" I parked the car and walked towards the shop. It was raining, it was cold, a typical January Saturday. "Bradley will fucking kill me if I forget my suit!" I smiled to myself. "The man's a dick for getting married anyway!" I walked towards the door, 'Fuck, is it open?' The lights we...
Mixed Blessings Ch. 8 By Deathlynx This is the eighth chapter in a series. Although it can be read on it's own, parts of the story may make more sense when read in order. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy. Their security deposit was gone. Alicia knew from the splintered remains of the headboard. Her hands continued to try to clutch and grip at the...
It was a beautiful Saturday morning and I was busy making arrangements for some guests from my in-laws side to arrive as they were to come for a wedding to our town. After the guests came, had some tea and refreshment, they asked us also to accompany to the ceremony as it was within the family itself. Myself, my wife and parents got ready and reached the ven...
This story is by all accounts pretty amateurish but I dig chicks taking unrealistic cocks. Thanks for reading! * The past two weeks with Mick were kind of a whirlwind. Meeting at the college library led to dinner which led to making out at the college library which led to a couple of dates which led to... Well, you get the idea. Ultimately it led up to thi...