Labor Day weekend was coming up. It is the weekend that I let myself go. On this weekend I do something that I save for most of the year. I just do it for myself. This year I was going to try to get a date with a young lady called “Lee”. Let me tell you something’s about me first. I’m 56 years old. Not an old man, but old. I have been Bi for years. But sinc...
Molpadia stands in her war room, briefing her generals on the plan for the upcoming raid. She was planning to raid a neighboring village that had gotten a bit too proud. They needed to be knocked down so that they knew where their place was in this world. Molpadia is a proud Amazon woman with a 'take no shit' attitude and she was not going to let these men...
Darkness. And thus it begins. As it begins every night. Alone. Always alone. I can smell her stir in the room next to mine. I can hear her cry in bloody streams. I know she wants me. I can feel the heat from her loins from where I wake. But this she'll never have. I'm not one to tame. I draw the curtains back. It's still vaguely light outside, remnants of t...
Copyright Yuki 2011. This is my story, and it shall not be posted anywhere without my permission. * I rested my head on my arm as I sat on the torn bar stool. It was an old building, the bar. To the regulars of this place, like myself, it was simply known as 'The Pub'. Tonight was no different than any other. I ordered my usual club soda and water, some g...
Before Breakfast: When he woke he as disoriented - he didn't know the time, couldn't see the light or see anything, blinking he felt the blindfold. He tried to stretch, but his arms were still bound behind him. He tried to move , to sit, but his leash didn't have enough slack. As he moved, she pushed him down and kissed him, "Good morning, my little slut. I...
The two of them made an interesting pair, Miranda thought. The woman was of medium height, heavyset, with long brown hair wearing a black skirt and maroon top. He was tall, very slender, pale and dark-haired, wearing jeans and a black shirt. Hearing them talk was even more interesting; he had a distinct Scottish accent, she, a bit of a Southern US lilt. He...
The Greybeards had graciously let Lydia lay our bedrolls out in the room off to the right of the front entrance, and even provided some partitioning screens for our feminine privacy. Just the same, I wanted to be sure that our "activities" would not violate these monks' sanctity, so I asked Arngeir about it. He assured me that the Greybeards were an order o...
Submission had become his life. She was his life – his Mistress of sublime, sexual torture. The constant throbbing in his groin that he now felt was the result of his obedience to Her last command. He was to masturbate to thoughts of Her – and only Her – as often as he possibly could. These last two weeks had been an awakening of over-the-edge pleasure and p...
***Months Later*** Entry IV Dear Diary, He's coming this afternoon! Oh, I thought the waiting would never end! That business trip to France; I have been going mad left alone, with only his little notes and presents arriving by poste. I've cleaned the flat and filled it with flowers, and laid out His robe by the door. Oh, diary, I am like a schoolgirl aga...
A/N: YAY SMUT! Woah, another chapter of The Fall? Over three thousand words in sexi-vision? I can't believe it either! Got super motivated to write today and decided wish you all a porn filled Holiday. -Sov Thank you to Brenda as always for beta-ing my mental sewage. ~~~SS~~~ The girl...no, he remembered that Ella was her name, was kneeling on the floor...