I heard footsteps in the room, her heels against the hardwood floor. They approached me and stopped right in front of the cage I had been locked up in. Still blindfolded and gagged with my hands secured behind my back, I could hear the key enter the lock and turn. "Don't worry my pet, we haven't forgotten about you." my mistress spoke to me kindly as she ope...
There are tales of the Strap on Sex Variety. I want to see girls giving to guys up the ass with a big strap on cock. Choose from one of the options below: The first scenario is you get sent to and all women’s prison but you’re a guy. You get caught for reckless diving but the male prison is over crowed. So you get sent to a rough prison with corrupt female g...
The coming days and weeks for Taryn were educational. While she didn't become a porn addict — there were days at a stretch when the busyness of her life meant she didn't take time to surf for pictures or videos to learn more about her own personal turn-ons — she almost always squeezed in at least one satisfying masturbation session most days, the screen in h...
This is a direct continuation from Parts 1 and 2. You should probably read those first, if you haven't already. ***** Before he could think Ryan was gone, Crystal shut the toilet seat re-locked the door and sat down feeling a jolt from his plug, He suddenly felt very uncomfortable, his feet ached from dancing in ridiculous heels, his corset was way too ti...
It was a chilly December night, but the apartment was a comfortable 27 degrees Celsius thanks to the wonders of modern climate control. The smell of warm, freshly baked bread wafted through the apartment. The television was on, tuned in to CNN. The anchor was talking about some debate, but his voice was drowned out the high-pitched moans slowly increasing in...
********** A continuation of my initial story, the next morning... ~~~~~~~~~~ Zombe: a black rubber o-ring type bracelet worn locally, either on wrists or ankles (or both in my case, I have an oversized one that I wear as a necklace too). ********** I wake early the next morning, Seductress and the sissy are still asleep, the sissy and I are snuggled in...
© 2005 by the author, all rights reserved. The whore with a heart of gold is a myth; it's bullshit. I don't have a heart of gold. The only thing that turns me on is cash. I've worked at Sheri's Ranch in Pahrump, one hour from downtown Vegas, for the last two years and have done about anything a whore can be asked to do. The church-going hypocrites in Las V...
*Disclaimer: This is all fiction, it isn't meant to be taken seriously. All characters are above 18.* *** The next day was an early one, Cara had woken up around 5. They had a special trainer coming for a yoga session. The Kardashian sisters all came down in their tight yoga pants that showed their curves. Cara was getting a free show here, she purposely s...
Chloe Burrell, Ph.D., was acutely aware of the irony of her situation. At 34, single (divorced after two years of marriage to the guy she'd lived with for three years before that), and attractive enough to be dating frequently, she was without a boyfriend, dateless for six weeks running, AND she was a "sex researcher" at a large Midwestern university. How u...
She picked up her journal; the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the pages she came across an entry marked 'Dirty Weekend'. She smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge it gave her. * * * * * Julie hummed softly to herself as she sat in front of the mirror ap...