Chapter Seven - From the perspective of Alex "Three, Two, One. Marco, that's enough." He hadn't finished as he ran out of time. Sarah lay next to Marco on the bed panting. Her pussy still pulsating a little on the outside, and still slightly opened so her pink was visible for Jess and I to see. She was soaked with her own cum from her pussy down to her a...
Jason was completely fed up with his life, or lack thereof. He hated his job, he didn't give a shit about his fucked-up family, and he had less than no interest in the giggling girls who threw themselves at him at work. As if he'd fuck any of the mindless twits. He needed more, and he knew it. Especially regarding his sex life. Or, again, lack thereof. He'd...
"Do you want to play a game, little sub?" I look up at your smiling face with a matching grin... I do so love it when Sir gets inventive! Nodding my head in acquiescence, I ask, "What are the rules, Sir?" You cup my face and start stroking my cheek with your fingertips. "The rules are, that you get to do whatever you want to me..." My grin widens. I lik...
A warm spring breeze ruffles my short skirt and my long auburn hair. My white stilettos click on the pavement as I walk to work. Hearing them always makes me smile, as does the delicious feeling of my nylon clad thighs rubbing together as I walk. My pale pink skirt is flared and very short showing off my shapely legs. When clubbing or shopping I wear sexy st...
This is a fantasy, which I hope someday I will realize. This did not happen and I remain a virgin. So having no experience, some of the details are from my imagination, hence, they might not be accurate. This is my first attempt at writing a story. Moreover, in general I am writing after ages. So there might be lack of clarity at places (according to a popu...
This is chapter 4. I didn't begin The Owner of My Lonely Heart (chapter 1) intending to write a follow up, but chapter 1 lead to chapter 2: Lonely Heart Seeks New Man, a short piece that inspired me to write chapter 3: From Lonely Heart to sub, the story of transformation. Here is Chapter 4: The shopping List, wherein we learn that transformation is our neve...
The Hostess' smile radiated a sort of vulpine cleverness, with teeth so white they were on the verge of inventing a new color for them, called Pristine Truth. He'd heard of her, of course; it was said her beauty was etched onto the mind of every person who entered The Club, and if you were lucky, she forced you to your knees to worship her. He hoped he would...
July 14: My Dear Mrs Millwood, I realized today that I have said very little to you about me and my sexual preferences and practices. I am very much a man, a heterosexual man and I love women. I am now retired, so I do not have anyone collared. Mostly I fuck my wife hard and long. The only sexual service a male slave or sub is permitted to give me is to su...
Gwynavere paced patiently in the bedroom waiting for that knock on the door she was eagerly anticipating. Her black corset was soft leather with silver ties lacing up the front. The cleavage it gave her started at the base of her neck and held the ties apart seductively, not that she needed help with her 38 DD breasts. She preferred her corset to conform to...
Mary barely slept the night before. All night long she tossed and turned in nervous anticipation of what the new day was going to bring. She tried her best to sleep, hoping to turn her anxiety into sweet, sexy dreams of what was to come. Unfortunately, no dreams came. When six o'clock finally rolled around Mary decided that enough was enough and that six was...