Gail swung the door open and allowed me to step into the room. It was smallish but well equipped from what I could see at a glance. The floor was covered in a thick sort of rubber matting, and in one corner of the room four straps were set, obviously for pinning a slave down on the rubber. A long leather couch was pushed against one wall, a comfy looking ea...
There was a quiver in Willow's body as she stood before the bedroom of David and Sally. She's never gone as deep as this before. This was daring and erotic in a way that she had never felt. She looked down and realised that she could risk exposing her body a little more. Slowly she opened her robe even further until the slit down her front revealed most of...
Jacob hummed softly as he led his latest captive down the hall by her leash. The short brunette had a ball gag between her pouting lips, and her mascara was running down her cheeks. Jacob couldn't help but admire how her tits swung while she crawled on hands and knees (as a true bitch should), and how her ass automatically was stuck in the air. Alex was abou...
Materials: A scarf/tie/rope, a wooden spoon/some sort of hard, flat surface I'm going to make you feel so good. I'm going to make you tease yourself until you squeal. Does that sound good, princess? Good. I want to start you off by reminding you that whatever free will you thought you had, you don't. Imagine that your hands are my hands, torturing you and...
"Don't you get tired of watching people with money?" "That's what we all do." That's all we do, you know, we sit in our living rooms, bitch about not having any money, while watching people with money. Yet, because we sit there hour and after hour, day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year watching rich people on our television...
"Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is the truth." ― Mahatma Gandhi "Opinions are like assholes, son; everybody's got one." Marshall's attestation was more trite than: "Women: Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em." "Correct," I responded, "but the truth is like a nine inch cock; only a few of us possess those." The husband's smug smirk...
The last time my species was on this planet we were worshiped as gods, now, we are hunted by the inhabitants. I write this for those inhabitants understanding enough to ask our purpose before trying to annihilate us, we are here peacefully and seek only a chance to prove this, every race and species has radicals who decide that the current system is wrong an...
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ No honey, we don't have to talk. She chose the wrong man to betray. There's no need to talk about it, not with a man of action. An original quick little flash story for the BTB crowd. Partially inspired by a truly great song. Partially inspired by valeriahart's Karen and Mark (the bar meetup scene). I know that I usually write...
"Good evening, listeners. Tonight we hear the third installment with Joe Williams, author of 500 Annies. If you've listened to the last two installments, you know that he came to write the book after his wife suddenly left him, with very little explanation and no warning. This segment deals with the actual writing of the book, how he comes to terms with him...
My soul mate, Catherine just returned from a two-week adventure with her next-door neighbor visiting nude beaches along the Northwest Coast of America. She and her friend Samantha explored long stretches of sand offering a lot of opportunities to view new vistas and new cocks. They had fun strutting their naked bodies in front of strangers and loved watching...