Chapter II: The Lover's Tryst We made love more often than we talked. I spent months learning his language, but the language of our bodies seemed to be the only one we needed to speak. Phillip's court was run with the utmost care and supervision. The beauty and splendor of his empire was ever present before me. I, being his wanton fool, was blind to just ho...
She had gone to sleep the night before pensive about him; he hadn't even tried to touch her much less fuck her even though he asked her to stay with him at his cabin this weekend. It was a sunny, Saturday morning and he had just left to do some more work in town and would be back to the cabin later in the afternoon. He kissed her softly on the cheek before...
His reddish goatee and startling blue eyes were so different then I have ever seen. An odd combination to say the least, but attractive nonetheless. I had never been one to like "bikers", although I had dated one for a few months. But he was a "weekend biker" and wore designer clothes when he rode. The guy with the reddish goatee was different. He looked e...
B's party was just about over. Chuck Bass was leading the mysterious new girl up to his personal suite in the Palace Hotel. Flicking her long blonde mermaid hair in his face as they hurried to the elevator, the new girl couldn't believe what was about to happen for the second time. Her name was Raina. She'd moved to the Upper East Side from Canada with her...
It's the way your lips feel as they engulf my semi hard member, taking it into your mouth and releasing it bit by bit, three and four times larger and growing. Watching your lips slip back toward the head, leaving the base slick with your saliva, veins bulging and turning color. As the head shows out of your mouth, purple and engorged, I can feel every touch...
There was a sharp click as she attached the last of my hands to the bedpost. The nylon strap was wrapped around the bedpost and attached to itself by means of an 'O' ring and clip. I was naked and spread-eagled on the bed with a ball gag strapped securely around my head. The velcro cuffs held my wrists and ankles comfortably and the strong wooden bed frame w...
I am sitting naked upon a toilet with a piece of string sticking out of my mouth. In front of me is a sturdy table. My wrists are fastened securely to this table. The string dangles down, and lies coiled loosely on the table, and I am utterly under her control. We've both shared an interest in BDSM for a long time, but I like it a lot harder than she does...
Myriah kneeled down in front of Sarah and put her arms behind her back. "My good little girl." Sarah said as she caressed her cheek. Myriah felt the heat building deep in her belly. "Yes, Ma'am." Myriah replied. Sarah circled around her, with her riding crop in hand. She gingerly placed it between her thighs to force Myriah's legs apart. "Fold your arms...
my Beloved as you get snuggled up in bed, I would like you to close your eyes for just a moment and imagine me there with you, laying next to you on your left side. My breasts firmly pressed against your torso, my leg over the top of yours and nestled between your legs, my arm across your lower abdomen, my cheek resting on your chest, listening to the sweet...
Hands moved over me. The touches are feather soft and sensual. Barely there, as they travel from my fingertips down my arms, spread over my shoulders then move down over my breasts. They stop and mould my breasts then squeeze and pinch my nipples before rolling them between rough fingers. My body trembles as I arch up, silently demanding more pressure and...