These are my very first submissions, and they are true accounts of recent experiences that made a profound impact on me. I hope that you enjoy reading them. Feedback and comments are most welcome. - A Two - A and the Sybian All morning, I am distracted and unproductive - excited and anxious and nervous and thrown off (albeit, in a good way) by hosting a se...
Throughout the day I visited Ella in her cage every hour, as I had told her I would. With every visit she became a little more agitated as I entered the library, both anticipating and dreading the arousal and denial to come. On each visit she became inflamed quicker and more intensely, so that of necessity each visit became shorter: I had no intention of spo...
September sixth is finally here. I've waited the whole summer for this very special morning. School is back in session. "You do know what that means?" It means I can play with my toys again. I was so excited and got my kids off to school on time. I looked at all my family and friend's Facebook pages seeing all the kids in their new clothes getting ready...
With a yawn Lauren sat up in her bed. She normally revelled in the opportunity to stay snuggled up in bed on a day off but this morning she was alone. Her husband Mitch had already left for work and in his place was a cold emptiness that seemed so much more then physical. Gently she patted the soft mattress she was so used to seeing filled. Raising her arms...
-- This is a darker and more intense work than my earlier piece -- with thanks to my editorial helper ellaalltiedup. She is nude, blindfolded, hands bound behind her back, a short chain linking the cuffs on her ankles, he is leading her like and unlike an animal or a slave. The leash is not attached by her collar though, rather to a harness that is of her i...
Thursday meant that Jess had the house to herself. Her husband, Ed, was out with his mates at their weekly drinks in a local pub. Jess had, of course, been politely invited to this regular event, but she knew it was Ed's only opportunity to be a lad with his single friends and talk about those things that men only talk about without any presence of the oppos...
Claire worried sex therapy would be unbearably weird and awkward. Instead, it was one of the first times she’d felt normal. “Let’s get this out there early: there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re not broken,” their therapist, Lisa, had said. “I feel broken,” Claire said, staring at her hands, which she held folded in her lap. Mark put his hand over hers...
It was Tasha's curiosity, really, that started it all. She was obsessed with Sybian porn. Her eyes would get all dreamy and half-closed every time they watched. And Max had to admit, the thought of watching her climb on and ride one of those things had him going. Besides, he never could say no to her. Still, Max was a business man, an investor. The cost of a...
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I heard the familiar sound of the car crunching the gravel on the drive, the back door swung open and my wife bowled in through it. "How was the weekend?" I enquired as she flung her bag on the floor and threw her arms around my neck. "Great! My team won. It was a lovely hotel and we had such a laugh, but pour me a glass of wine and I'll tell you all about...