With that soft voice echoing in her ear, Rachel knew that something awful was going to happen. Moreover, she knew that she deserved it-this was to be punishment. But she couldn't just let it happen, she had to fight. She began to struggle again, swinging her upper body in the hope of loosening the ropes binding her to the bed. The voice came again, and Rache...
She shivered when she thought about her actions. How could she have been so stupid to disrespect Master, and disobey...well, actually forget....his simple request. This morning she awakened first, as always, and as Master always loved, she slipped her hand under the covers and finding his soft cock she slowly and softly stroked him. He stirred slightly and...
Until this point she had admired him from afar. Their relationship had consisted of a few long telephone calls, some in depth private messages between them on the computer and a few pictures shared. His pictures were always inconspicuous never showing too much of the true him and she played his game; only showing parts of herself. This was just enough to kee...
The feeling of silk brushing gently against his wrists penetrates his dream. The silk ribbon tugs his wrist up to the bedpost. Another ribbon touches the other wrist. Still not yet awake, he helps the ribbon move his arm to the other bedpost. A cool breeze touches his naked chest. In his dream, a bird flutters past his chest and face. A soft brush of silk...
She was nervous about the first time meeting him and she didn't know why. He sounded nice enough... Maybe that was it. She was use to guys treating her like shit and then leaving her. She kept thinking back to the first time she met her ex. It was soo good at first, then came the first time he hit her. That was it she thought. No more and he promised. Well,...
This is a short story, but I think a pretty good one. Comments are always welcome and encouraged. If you like it let me know. If you didn't, let me know as well but please tell me why. I can't improve if I don't get criticism. I welcome criticism on content or mechanics. I dedicate this and all my stories to my sweetheart and the love of my life; she comple...
She wanted him to ravish her. She felt his hands on her hips. His caress was affectionate. Soft. Gentle. Every time he touched her, it was as if he was trying to convey his love for her through his touch. Normally she appreciated his tenderness. Normally she loved it when he made love to her. Right now, though, she wanted him to take her. She wanted him to...
****** ok everyone this is my second try at a story, and I'm hoping you'll feel there's been great improvement. I would love to know what you think and if there's interest in another chapter ****** Anya was a slut. She knew it, she accepted it, and she loved it. She had spent far too much time when she was younger believing that her short stature, thick thi...
Mouche is a character who appears frequently in my BDSM stories. Readers there seem to be fond of her, and some have asked me about her background. I've been reluctant to write about that, though, for several reasons: first, her story is rather somber compared to what I usually write; second, most BDSM readers aren't terribly fond of her kink (coprophagia);...
This is a satirical version of the movie 9 to 5, which very nicely satirized sexist male behavior. It's long, but it includes three distinct episodes. In this satire of the satire, the male is substantially more sexist and many of the woman appreciably more compliant. If that doesn't sound at all appealing, or if you don't like stories involving submission o...