If I said Maria was imaginative it would not be doing her creativity justice. She was a spanko. A complete pain slut of epic proportions who spent her day concocting new and novel ways of getting and dishing out corporal punishment. You may remember her from the news a few years back: she was the lady who petitioned our council to issue parking fines in sp...
I'd already been masturbating all morning. I had to get out of the house and go for a walk. I had to go somewhere public, somewhere VERY public so I wouldn't be tempted to shove my hands back down inside my pants - again! I had recently joined an online "Erotica" writing group and my initial curiosity of erotica and its subject matter, had grown rapidly and...
He called again last night. He told me that in the morning there would be a box on my porch that I was to get it inside the house, place it in my bedroom, and leave it there, unopened. He would be calling again tomorrow night. Then he had me turn out all the lights and get in bed, snuggled in safely under the down comforter as he told me one last story. Of...
Beca had no idea why she was showering in a boys' high school locker room. Well, she knew that the Nationals were being held in Otisburg, where the Annual Clothesline Traditionalist Convention had booked all the hotels solid, so the Elders of A Capella had put them up with sleeping bags in the gymnasium of the local high school. Of course, no one had wanted...
Every nerve ending seemed to firing all at once. That is the only way I could describe the pain I was feeling. I heard a whimper and was shocked to think that it came from me. As the pain died and things came into focus I was surprised by the lack of beautiful breasts. One of the nice things about what I thought would be my convalescence was a private room w...
I bit down hard on the leather covered bit, strapped almost cruelly tight in my mouth as a punishment for continuously trying to talk to Tel'estar, struggling to hold back the long deep moan of pleasure that would result in the vibrating crystal that was currently slowly stroking my swollen sex lips and throbbing nubbin being removed, and the strong intense...
Decorating couple invites in her complicated friend. *** Highly readable account of a pixie-ish home decorating diva who, along with a woman carpenter friend works to satisfy her master, the narrator. M/f+, BDSM, lingerie, toys, consensual, humiliation, reluctant. Girl on Girl (A little bit of spoof here of home decorating shows that ran in early 2000's....
The warm sun felt wonderful, caressing my skin as I was hanging in my daze. The gentle breeze cooling the sweat from my tortured skin. Mistress Wendy had left me hanging from a tall tree in her back yard after whipping my ass soundly, and I wasn't sure just how long I had been left outside. My hands were pinioned behind my back and tied off to the collar aro...
Their vacation to Costara had gone better than Tim expected. He'd always heard that the big cities of Midland were cocktease hellholes, and his wife Jodie had found it rather amusing to paint a picture that their five-day stay was going to involve Tim crawling naked on hands and knees while they stayed at her sister's condo. However, the costal metropolis w...
Stephanie was on a 'guilt trip.' That's what she called her drives back from a conference, meeting or training where she had been intimate with a man other than her husband. The long drive back was used to deal with the guilt she felt after each instance. She was not unfaithful on all her trips. She was careful. Stephanie flirted with men at wherever the oth...