Lauren woke up slowly, feeling the morning sun warming her face. Stretching like a cat, she momentarily paused when she felt a powerful pair of arms around her. Glancing over her shoulder, the memories of the previous evening came flooding back as she saw Mr Lane. Speaking of flooding, her pussy became incredibly wet as she remembered the sensation of his co...
She glared at him before storming out of the car, livid. He had tried placing his hand over hers after pulling into the garage. He sat idly at the wheel, mulling over how best to defuse the situation. They were at his work function in one of the city's posh nightclubs to celebrate the success of an acquisition when the unexpected happened. She'd caught hi...
Forty-eight hour shifts on the Vegas Strip were painfully monotonous. Just like every other weekend, I knew this one would be busy. I was sure to be running from call to call all night. I'd be lucky to get dinner in, I supposed. I was checking out my rescue, when she called. Sara, a long-time friend, was headed into town. Tonight. We'd met at the Crazy Hor...
*This is a work of fiction. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. In January 2010, I had decided to go backpacking with my friends to West Bengal, to the Sunderbans (A royal Bengal Tiger Reserve) and surrounding areas. Due to certain scheduling problems, all my friends had left before me by train, while I had to catch a flight to meet up with them in Kolk...
Once a week, my husband and I have sex. Usually on a Sunday. He'll roll onto his side and snuggle up behind me. His hand will move under my vest top and locate my tits. He'll cup them and squeeze the nipples until they harden. The he moves his hand downwards, slides in front of my pubis and inserts a finger into my vagina. He'll rub and stroke me until I'm w...
Synthia looked stunning in her new dress. It was a grey sweater-dress, clingly in all the right places, but warm on this chilly Manhattan night. Black stockings, the material woven in an intricate whirl pattern, and two-inch black heels completed her outfit; Synthia didn't often wear jewelry, and he had often commented that next to her sparkling eyes and swe...
[To my readers: Here are two shorter stories about mistresses and their slaves. In the first one, it's a couple of novices; in the second, long-term members of the scene. You choose which appeals to you more.] Drop Your Pants When I found out what Jack had paid for the new fishing-rod, I growled like a tigress. Downsizing and paranoia were the order of the...
A PAIR OF TITS AND TWO OLD MEN. Ch6 Camping and Bondage Stories Ira and Irene had told her brother-in-laws a little about us. Mostly that Ira enjoyed fondling Dollie's titties and we became friends last year. That's pretty much all the two old guys mentioned anyway. Standing there together, staring at Dollie's tits, they asked if they could feel them. Dol...
Five minutes seemed like an eternity. Dahlia kneeled under Jackson's desk, bound by her wrists and ankles, gagged with his tie with her breasts pressed together and held with his knees. Her head rested on his knees and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly while the man continued working as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all. Her whole body was...
As Mistress entered the room, her slave, beta, awaited her. He was dressed as she liked to see him, wearing a cock and ball harness, nipple clamps, black leather blindfold, a black leather dog collar, and holding a leash in his teeth. Her toys were placed on the low table at the end of the bed. A dildo gag, ball gag, butt plugs in small and medium, about fif...