Materials: A scarf/tie/rope, a wooden spoon/some sort of hard, flat surface I'm going to make you feel so good. I'm going to make you tease yourself until you squeal. Does that sound good, princess? Good. I want to start you off by reminding you that whatever free will you thought you had, you don't. Imagine that your hands are my hands, torturing you and...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (18 min/mp3) * * * * * I beg you to distract me. Emotional pain is pinging along all my sensory pathways and I want it gone...blotted out and extinguished so that I can reward myself with the sweet oblivion that comes with sleep. I need out of my head and I am aching and needy. I want to be in your hands, under your command...
The fibers bite into my skin. i can feel them, one by one the coarse strands branding my skin with their pressure. i look up to the bonds which have me held, the other end of the rope tied to ring in the ceiling above the bed. my knees barely held my weight, my body stretched up to the heavens, a canvas for His wicked and delicious ideas of pleasure. my sh...
Such a simple and well known phrase. But how can anyone derive pleasure by giving something? - it defies all logic. The excitement of receiving something new, indulging in the joy of a gift, a compliment or whatever it may be that has been received. That's surely got to be where the real pleasure lies. Not by sitting back and watching someone else enjoy that...
* * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (2.5 min/mp3) * * * * * So you like me to play dead. You've commanded me to be silent, still, unresponsive. You caress me with your words, teasing, tantalizing. The juices of my consciousness begin to flow. I am wet and ready for you. Waiting for whatever comes next. My senses screaming, I am com...
Our last encounter remains vivid in my mind. The work day had been long and grueling. Time seemed to pass so slowly. My only thoughts were of preparing to see you that night. It was only when I returned home that my day really began. I stood under the shower’s hot spray for the longest time and allowed the water to run its course over my body. The soap...
Little she knew of the impact he would have on her heart. She initially expected nothing from him. Merely mutual satisfactions of flesh desiring flesh and the touch of another with no hidden agenda. Or so she told herself. She began reminiscing. They met in the woods behind the old diner. The sun was turning in for the day and the sky slowly darkened. A f...
The year was 1970 something. We were in a V.W. Van on the way home from a formal dinner date. The memory is warm and safe, full of young love. We pulled over in an empty field to do what most kids our ages, do. The difference with us, so it seems, was that we were both a little shy, a little unsure. ***** Twenty something years later, a question is asked....
Dust motes slide down sunbeams that slip between the old boards of the barn. The lady stands beside her mount's stall, letting the mare nuzzle oats from her cupped palm. The scents of horse, hay, and her perfume fill the hot air as sunlight and shadows play in the curls of her loose, breeze-swept hair. The cooing of doves in the eaves is suddenly interrupted...
Straining her senses within the darkened room she takes a deep breath, fills her lungs, lets it out slow, smells leather, oil, hot wax. Tugging and twisting her wrists and ankles she tests the rope, hearing the faint sound of hemp on the tables edge. He told her one night a long time ago she would find her deepest, darkest fantasy coming true. Was tonight th...