Contract -- For Health and Weight Loss By: Your Loving Wife This is a contract to help you lose weight, quite smoking and get in shape. It uses your desire to play with submissiveness and your natural strong desire to orgasm as the catalyst for success. I will tease you most of the week, and I will be your orgasm facilitator on the weekends. Basically, yo...
My name is Mary. I live in Ohio. I am 52 years old, 5' 11' and could stand to lose a little weight. I have been told I have a great ass and really nice breasts. One of my playmates is a truck driver. We have a profile on SLS and always play as a couple with other couples. He saw a new profile of a couple with several great certs and contacted them. We got an...
I wasn't quite sure what to think. I sat in the back of the taxi,twisting my dense brown hair around my fingers--a nervous habit of mine. I had never met a guy online before... especially in a situation like this. We had met on a fetish website. I had billed myself as someone curious about BDSM, public humiliation and submission in particular. I had never...
I made my way back to my room in a daze. I didn't know what had hit me or what had come over me. I had given myself completely to this woman and I could still feel her hold over me. Even if I had tried to put her out of my mind, the presence and weight of the chastity device locked around my cock was a constant reminder of the hold that my Mistress had on me...
At Stella's arrival the infamous nervous twitch overtook her secretaries left eye. His peach eyelid snapped and contorted, making a mockery of his boyish face. His rapid typing ceased, and fumbling out of his chair, he picked up a pile of pink slips and feverishly began shuffling through them as he _ raced in front of Stella, his eye twitching and face blush...
[This story focuses on natural bodily functions, so if those disturb you or you disapprove of discussing them, please stop right here.] When I described in the first installment how I trained myself to hold it in, I couldn't bring myself to venture further at the end to describe what I felt was a woman's most intimate moment on the toilet. Before releasing...
Push harder, Miranda! I thought to myself. I lifted the free weights above my head. I had selected a 60 pound barbell, and was struggling to finish ten repetitions. I was about to give up as I lowered the weights for the 8th time, but something in my head made me struggle even harder to complete the ten reps. My arms shook and struggled as I strained to lift...
Joanna could not remember exactly how she had come to be pinned on the floor looking into the eyes of Matthew... She remembered teasing him about his choice in women, or something like that, while they watched TV side by side on his black leather couch. Unexpectedly, he playfully tackled her and they went rolling onto the floor, laughing as each struggled t...
Author's Note: Thanks for all the comments everyone. This is my first foray into erotica and its been lots of fun so far letting my imagination go wild. In response to some of the feedback, this is basically a story that teaches the moral "who says you can't save the world by fucking around?" And if the moral is anything to go by, we really can't expect the...
"Today is Sunday," she said, when I had finished. "You will masturbate, under my direction, every Sunday." "Y-Yes, Ma'am," I answered, feeling the excitement beginning to mount in me. A masturbation session was not a fuck, but it was better than nothing. I watched her go to a small chest and unlock it, returning to me with a small key. The key to my penis r...