I want to be trained as a slut. I'm always hot and horny. I love sex, there's nothing I wouldn't try. I arranged to have a slut training party in my basement. My friend Jodie and her husband were going to be my teachers. They are both bi. The party starts before they come over telling me what to wear. Nothing I am to answer the door naked. We go downstair...
Chapter 1: Entrée I looked at her through the crack of the partially opened door, trembling with the usual anticipation. I was naked, collared, on my hands and knees and was holding the folded leash in my mouth. I always hand my Mistress the leash when she arrives. She stopped when she finished her ascent and stood where she was at the far end of my hallway...
I lay there on my back, wrists handcuffed together beneath me, gazing into my wife's cunt. It seemed very red and swollen; it was oozing a milky white liquid which mixed with her own juices. I had never seen it quite so wet. It smelled like sex. Not our sex but a different kind of sex. She slowly lowered it to my waiting tongue and lips. I knew then what h...
The evening drags on and on. Sitting at home waiting for him, not knowing how late he will be, she just knows she is supposed to wait for him to come home. At 1130, she decided to go downstairs and climb into bed. She must have dozed off while she was laying there, the next thing she knows he is sitting next to her on the bed. "I thought you were waiting up...
Saturday Morning, 11:30 a.m. I just had a real hot date with a young man named Christopher. He lives right in the next town over from me, in Asbury Park, and he took the train here, took him 15 minutes from his house. I picked him up at the train station for our first meeting. When he got in my car, I was taken aback for a second by his stunningly-handsome...
You know how much I want to try anal sex. I've hinted and offered and even asked outright, but each time you say, "Maybe someday we'll talk about it." I am so frustrated, and you know it. I whine and complain, hoping that it will lead to a spanking and then to the thing I want so much, but all I end up with is a few slaps to the ass, and a long hard pussy fu...
It wasn't New York and it wasn't L.A. but comedy is -- and always was -- a road game. I was returning to the circuit after going through a messy divorce. The call from an old friend to play a string of one-nighters across the Midwest and up into Canada came at just the right time. First gigs were several months away and I threw out my old material and starte...
I was locked in a room. A prison cell. My cellmate, I quickly discovered, was a whole head taller than me. 'She,' had swollen lips and long, curly hair pulled tightly back. Her face was long and her features large and commanding. She had brown, creamy skin. She looked at me, smiling at my awareness of 'the inevitable'. I sat on my bunk and shivered, gazing...
Upon waking up the next morning, she finds that it was not a dream. She is so sore that she finds that she can barely move. Looking around the room she is, in a way, surprised that it still looks the same. Last night was unlike anything that she could ever have imagined. After Lord Cumberland introduced her into taking his manhood into her ass, he proceeded...
Why is a tough Saudi guy like Mohammed Ibrahim crying like a little bitch? Well, it might have to do with the fact that Mistress Habesha, the Ethiopian dominatrix from Montreal, Quebec, has her fist up his ass. The big Arab man squirmed on the table, but to no avail since he was bound hand and foot by thick steel chains. Mistress Habesha cackled gleefully as...