Anticipation. Nervousness. Excitement. I'm feeling all of these things as the train pulls up to the station. Everything is ready and I'm in my most flattering jeans and tshirt. Let's see, hair still looks good, I've got all my stuff. I just have to gather my courage to go find you. It's the first time we're meeting in person after many texts, FaceTimes, and...
I opened the door to the kitchen, put my bag on the table and walked to the answering machine. I hit the button and listened to His voice, deep and sharp in tone asking me where I was. I picked the phone up and dialed his cell number and listened nervously as it rang, counting, one ring, two rings, three, and still no answer. I laid the phone in its cradle...
My husband and I have been married for 15 years and we have a great relationship. We enjoy each other's company, and the sex is great. I'm bisexual and my husband knows it, but I don't have an outlet for that side of my life. I did have female sex partners before marriage and I have one long time friend I see once or twice a year but that's not nearly enoug...
She was sitting on the porch, enjoying the quiet night air. The sounds of the night were slowly lulling her into a relaxed state and she leaned back against the rail and let her mind wander. At first she thought of her job, of her customers and the heavy workload. She wasn't sure how she would handle the amount of work she had to do in such little time. Soon...
Sir has brought me to a party, and I know there will be play, and I do not mind. What I didn't know is there would be fire play. I am curious about it--I saw it once at Libertine and was completely fascinated by it. And I remember the feel of the flame from a little while ago. False is doing the fire play. He needs a first victim. I am hesitant, but Sir ask...
We had gone shopping some more. We were in mall, showing off and teasing each other (and those around us) in public. This time, in the lingerie store things had heated up a bit more. This time, when you asked the sales girl to help you with the clasp, you reached out and ran your hands along her hips and onto her tight little ass. You pulled her body tight t...
Jane waited in the hall outside the room on a cold wooden bench. It was 1860 and a cold day for the summer. The wind howled outside the church annexe in which she sat. This was to be her first birching as most girls never did anything to deserve such a severe punishment... but she had. It was a Sunday. She'd attended church that morning with her family, but...
Chapter 1 of a fantasy story - I will write more if people like it... The room is quiet and dark, the woman sitting on the only chair is waiting. She is in her late 30's; attractive with large, heavy breasts and a trim, curvaceous figure. She is dressed in a skirt that is too short for her, a top that is very low and shows off her cleavage and her long legs...
"Do I have to?" Aaron looked at the imposing St. Andrews Cross with wide eyes, his voice barely a whisper. A swarm of butterflies were trying to fight their way up from his abdomen as he watched two women alternating spanking and restraining each other on the device. They had talked about this before, about exploring the local scene in person, but now that...
(Based on true events. Fictionalized a few things and changed names for obvious reasons. Turn back, all ye seeking a quick bondage stroke-off. This one is complicated and the sex is a good bit away, but it'll be worth it if you linger. Promise. Xoxo, hisbelovedroisin) **** For once, Rose wasn't running. She was taking the usual route home—up past the...