Chapter 19: Sarah's Nighttime Rituals The two of them made for an interesting pair as they walked toward Sarah's bedroom: Jeff leading the way on his crutches, with Sarah following behind slowly and gracefully in his tiny wake, making sure to take small steps so as not to overtake him. To an outside observer, it looked like a young, bodacious, and unusually...
Hello there. First of all, I know why you are reading this. You probably have a spouse at home whose interest in deviant sex acts is not as blooming as yours is. Your girlfriend, wife, boyfriend, husband quite probably wouldn't approve of your looking through porn on the net and trying to satisfy those desires you have, with him or her totally unaware how fi...
It is Wednesday evening in November, about 6.15pm. Helen is walking back from the bus stop to her small flat on the outskirts of Bristol. She is a slim, (but not skinny) attractive 34 year old, well dressed as she is just returning from work in the centre of the city, where she is head of IT for a firm of accountants (the rest of the IT department consists o...
*This is the final part in my Spring break journal write up. Hopefully everyone enjoyed it, please let me know what you thought. Maybe now that I'm done with this I'll try taking some fantasies of mine and writing some stories based on them. **This story contains adult content. If you are under 18 or easily offended, please do not read. Back Home Day 7...
Of course I had noticed her before—she was roommates with my girlfriend Rebecca. That summer I was around Rebecca's almost all the time. I'm not usually the kind of guy who packs up and moves to his girlfriend's, but that summer was the fucking hottest summer I've ever been through in the city, and Rebecca's apartment had air conditioning. And besides, the s...
It's all in the way I look at things It's all in the way I look at things; my personal perception of what is appropriate and what is not is what gets me in trouble. Depending on the situation, on the circumstance, and on who I am addressing or, for that matter, who is addressing me, I humbly discovered that sometimes, some things do not always have the same...
You awaken to the pitter patter of rain drops falling on your roof. Rolling over in an attempt to fall back asleep you accidentally fall off your bed landing with a thud on the floor. Groaning in pain you push yourself up walk to the bathroom. Turning on the sink you splash cold water onto your face. Slightly more awake now you look out the window and notice...
The bed is warm. I can't quite recall how we got here. It's all a big haze of soft kisses, entwined fingers and giggly conversations in the back seat of the Uber. I do remember his fingers sliding around mine at the restaurant, holding hands across the table while I got too excited about the waiter bringing us the post dinner cheese plate. His dark eyes watc...
Background I am a soldier/spy caught and captured on the wrong side of the border. I am to be questioned, interrogated and tortured to find out why I was there. You, the Domme are the interrogator as BDSM, humiliation and sex has become an effective tool to get answers from prisoners. I am naked, on a bed, ankles tied to bedposts. My hands are in restraint...
~Anjin~ I never finished the story about that hot night on the boat when Guillermo was trying to sneak through the cabin naked on his way up for a swim. I just said he came back down and looked at me and then went to sleep, and he did, but I didn't. I was way too aroused, probably would have walked over there and fucked him in a moment, but I was working u...