With my right hand working furiously between my legs and my left hand alternating between my breasts, I was gasping loudly, squirming on the chair, too far gone in the pleasure to care about the copious fluids practically pouring out of me, barely able to keep my eyes open and focused upon the story displayed on the screen. Despite being right-handed, it was...
You were standing in the middle of the room as I walked up behind you. I stood still for a moment. "Don't move or say anything." You were still and quiet. My hands reached for you and began to gently caress your shoulders. My hands pressed into your shoulder bones as my thumbs circled into your muscle. I saw your head tilt slightly as I continued my deep...
Thank you Acacia for not only your wonderful editing skills but for also your kindness and your encouragement. * It had been a quiet night at the club, the tips had been difficult to come by and by the time I finished my last dance all I had in mind was getting changed and heading home. As I stepped off the stage, with what little clothing I normally wore...
Curled up comfortably by the Great Halls massive fireplace, Sioda slept lightly. A large cushion had been placed precisely three feet clear of the flaming coals within the grate, ensuring her flesh remained clear and unblemished. This girl had cost John a lot of money, slave girls these days were common enough he supposed, but one who could dance, now that h...
Your emailed instructions were clear. "Meet me at our usual place at 2pm today. Wear My collar. Your attire should be chosen to please no one except me." I knew what that meant. Skirt, blouse, hose or thigh highs, nothing else.. except for Your collar. Wearing it in public still made me feel like everyone was noticing it, staring at it and wondering if I w...
If there's one thing I've learned in all of this, it's that words can seduce the mind and body as swiftly as fingers to flesh. At first, he was nothing more than words to me, month after month, streams of words in bold type, waiting in an e-mail inbox. I followed them. They told me to touch myself, lay spread wide and naked, let my camera tell the story. The...
"How do you like the new attachment for my broom?" Abigail asked her long time friend, Nora. Nora looked at the corkscrewed eight-inch handle sticking out from the side of Abigail's broom. "So you're still afraid of falling off, are you? I figured you'd be over that by now. It's been a couple of hundred years since you learned to ride." "It was that damned...
"Well, well, well, what have we here? If it isn't Gracie the barista with the art degree she couldn't manage to put to decent use. So classic yet so tragic." Bethany rests her hands on her hips and smirks at me. "What do you want?" I ask, blankly. I am trying not to panic, but I can't help but to become overwhelmed with questions. How did Bethany find me...
The way this started out, I was desperate for the man, and the soft, dark haired beauty that he was with was an added bonus. I'd dabbled before but could confidently say that I was strictly straight. But as I sat in her embrace, kissing this unbelievably beautiful woman, I started to consider my sexuality. I began to understand its fluidity. When Clare lean...
It was suddenly quiet as I stood there in the dim candle light, the music having just paused. I was nearly naked and standing in front of my mistress. I had just performed a strip show for her enjoyment. "Now the panties, take them off," she said. I had playfully removed all my clothes, and now I was to remove the red lace-trimmed panties that she had requir...