My name is Anthony Taylor, Anthony to my friends, never Tony. On my visiting card I call myself Anton Schneider. A straightforward translation, harmless enough. However, the letters appended to my name, Dip. VIST, are, I admit, a fiction. I believe there is no academic qualification for sex therapists and therefore no Vienna Institute of Sex Therapists to aw...
It'd be nice if we were spooning right now. Both of us lying in bed, under a cool crisp sheet. I can feel the warmth of your body and gentle rise and fall of your breathing as we snuggle together. The scent of your body arouses me and my cock begins to swell. Can you feel it snaking up between your butt cheeks? Almost despite myself, I begin to gently ru...
Little girl; These are your Instructions for our session on Saturday, August 21. You will demonstrate your submission by following these Instructions exactly as they are given to you. There are to be no deviations. If any are noted corrective disciplinary measures will be meted out during the session. You will ring in at the security system at the front e...
Summary: A young woman's insatiable sexual appetite lands her in a very precarious situation. Part One: I've been masturbating non-stop lately. Well, I shouldn't say that exactly because I haven't only been masturbating lately. I've been getting myself off frequently in-between fucking a lot of men. Something has awakened in my depths and I feel myself s...
"Did you write today my sweet peach?" A question heard as your footsteps walk down the hall to our bedroom door. You see me sitting at my desk, lost in thought and typing away. You walk directly behind me and grab each one of my breasts, pinching my nipples with your index finger crooked and thumbs. "Ouch," I cry out as your face nuzzles in my neck. Lo...
Disclaimer: I do not own Supergirl or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Kara sighed with contentment and then snuggled deeper into her pillow. Then after a moment of frowning in confusion she worked out exactly what her pillow was and blushed. She should have immediately lifted her head up, but for better...
We rejoin Mor, the orange amazon superwoman and our solitary traveling uh, well, ok, let's go ahead and call him a hero, for want of a more precise term, Baldo Rheen. Baldo has suffered some internal bruising at the hands (and feet) of Mol Dett; Mor's (now deceased) former slave master. Mor has set to making a tea of herbs and a poultice from flower buds she...
A Play in One Act Two rooms are on either side of the stage. On the left is an older apartment furnished with a mid century style couch and chair, along with a coffee table. On the right is a sparsely furnished unit with peeling wallpaper, an old couch, a worn office chair, and two folding chairs with a TV sitting on top of another old chair up against the...
She can’t move. Not in any appreciable way; twitch, strain, tug, yes, but the restraints hold well and she is spread-eagled on the bed, unable to free herself. He is in the other room, watching TV. Knowing that making her wait heightens the experience. For her, not knowing when he will return, what he will do when he does, keeps her alive, keeps her sens...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story takes place after Season 1. ***** Liv Moore went rigid, her pupils dilated and her vision was suddenly taken over. It was never pleasant receiving one of her 'visions'. Well, there were one or two which had ended pleasantly, especially on her latest brain,...