Two nights in the motel near the strip club seemed long enough and I assumed my wife could use a rest after two days of intense sex in which she was introduced to the pleasures of other women. I made sure we awoke, then, in time to check out and with a tentative plan of finding a more upscale motel with a pool and simply spend a night or two relaxing without...
She was a slut when I married her. All the signs were there; I was just too lost in love (or lust) to have paid any attention. Well, I know now, oh boy do I know now! I met Vonda at the public library. She was a volunteer worker and donated her time two or three days a week. Sometimes she worked the checkout counter, sometimes she worked in the back catalog...
The guests were arriving at seven o'clock and at six thirty, true to his word Jamal came to inspect his girls. He liked what he saw, especially Amy. Alisya had done a sterling job making her into a complete whore. Amy was wearing a black latex corset, that was pulled in so tight that her huge tits were blatantly hanging over the rims of the cups. The corset...
"Get off, I was here first!" "So what? I'm his slave! His sexslave! That means I should be the one to pleasure him!" "It does not! It just means he tells you what to do. In fact, why don't you just go make breakfast or something? Be a good little housewife, while the young ones have some fun?" "Oh, you bitch! I bet you don't even know how to give a good b...
It'd been a few days since you'd gotten your tattoo, but the mild pain in your lower back reminded you of its presence. The fellow who inked it onto your body was a spindly and a bit sleazy, but he had been quite skilled. Surprisingly the thin man took very little convincing to ink the words "PUBLIC WHORE" into your flesh, and didn't ask any questions about...
Copyright 2007 Kyie X all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Thwap-Thwap-Thwap "Kylie, time to rise and shine, honey..." I heard a soft male voice singing softly and something hot and heavy, almost soft but very firm, was hitting me on the face. On my forehead and cheeks. On my lips. "Open up, Kylie..." The voice urge...
A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years. Chapter Twenty-Seven. 2007. (January.) Jay, late-twenties. Arriving at the Red-Jay tattoo studio for my initial appointment I met Jay, the tattooist, for the first time. A good looking guy in his late-twenties he wore his long hair in a pony tail and sported many tattoos of his own....
While this story can stand on its own, Marion's Turn, parts 1 and 2 are where it started. Essentially, Marion and her lover take turns leading each other on sexual adventures where anything goes. Since you know what you're in for, I hope you enjoy it. ********** I stood in front of her door at the end of the fifth floor hallway of her high rise condo. I w...
Once Mistress Vixan had decided that after months of training and trips that she had broken Alice it was time to remake him into the image She had of him. She took him out to a tattoo artist in town and explained to him what She wanted. The artist shaved the upper front of Alice's thigh and from a picture Mistress presented proceeded to tattoo a large BDSM s...
I can't believe I've done 20 chapters of this story and still have so much more to go. Thanks again for the words of encouragement. The comments (both public and private) are super encouraging and I love the ideas (even the ones I don't incorporate). I don't know if there's another 20 to go but we'll see. ***** I woke up the next day to a short text messa...