I stepped into the room. Surprisingly, nobody was there. Not much of a surprise, perhaps. After all, very few people were regular on the late evening classes at the university. Maybe even I would skip this class, if it wasn't for the handsome, dark skinned assistant. He came exactly at 19 o'clock, punctual as ever. You wouldn't expect anything else from th...
"For Ridinghoodswolf." Saturday morning, 8:00 am. I slip back in bed with my lover. Nuzzling under his arm, "Sex?" I coo and he coughs in my face. "Sorry baby, I'm not feeling good." "Feels good to me," as I tug on his shorts. "Mmmm," he moans as I slide on his cock, "Dirty stories again?" I nod guiltily. "What were you reading that got you this w...
The car door slams as anise strides toward the house. The white material of her suit clings in desperation to the curvature of her hourglass waist. A grin spreads over her crimson lips as she runs through the past five years. Rising from the hell of UMD to the glamour of New York City and the comfort of six digits entering one of her many bank accounts on a...
When I first came to BDSM, I was surprised to discover that the 1950's lifestyle was a fetish within it. For the little girl that was raised on the cusp of time and learned to make jam, sew and crochet before she could read, it seemed strangely comforting to combine my expertise as a homemaker with my kink. But as much as my masochist loves her pain, my subm...
"You know why you're here, don't you?" Vanessa strode over nearer to the bed, resplendent in a skimpy black outfit of a corset, satin elbow length gloves, garter belt, stockings, and rhinestone-trimmed extra high heels. A flogger was in her hand, and she had a sultry glint in her eyes. Angie could tell she was in for a long night of bliss, delivered by her...
Angie squirmed and wriggled, testing the restraints as she reveled in the sensation of her captivity. Vanessa had tied her to the fucking table, and she was helpless to do anything at all, which was just the way she liked it. The panties had been replaced with a ball gag, because they wouldn't have been nearly enough to stifle the screams the machine would d...
"Let's go upstairs," he says. "OK. You go up. I'll be right behind you," she says. They kiss once more, long and deep. She moans. He goes upstairs to the bedroom. He kicks off his jeans. Their make-out session has caused his semi-hard dick to dribble pre-cum, and the wet spot is clearly visible on his boxer shorts. For a moment, he grips his shaft through...
There you are, staring in the mirror and wondering what went wrong. All your girlfriends are married, some for the second time, and have at least 2.5 kids. And here you are, still single in a married world. Why has the world done this to you? And better yet, how can you change it? In today's virtual world, it isn't easy to find the right match. Everyone is...
I ached, everywhere, and the train seats didn't help. My thighs were mostly numb, but I knew that when the train pulled into station I'd have trouble getting up. My breasts felt like I'd been mauled by a beast and my bottom was numb, the only feeling came from sudden movements, when pain flared in strips across the tender flesh. It was the sweetest feeling...
The Goddess Club: Interview with Head Mistress Marie Chapter 2 At this point Mark's hormones had all but taken over. He had to muster all his strength to remain focused. Truth be told, he couldn't believe how intoxicating her beauty was. He was overcome with the most intense desire to fall to his knees start begging her to train him too. She was so incredi...