Chapter 3: Mary Jane's Downfall Fetishes: mild torture, heeljob, ass licking, ass kissing, ass worship, heel insertion, trampling, mild tit torture, mild nipple torture, assjob, buttjob, whipping Tags: Black Cat, Spiderman, Felicia Hardy, Felicia, Peter Parker, Peter, superhero, super villain, Mary Jane, Mary Jane Watson Peter swung between two other buil...
I had been visiting Madam Lisa for about 4 months, generally every second weekend in the month. Madam Lisa was an excellent practitioner of the art of female domination, and had several slaves who she saw on a fairly regular basis. She didn't charge for her services, her reward came in the total subjugation of the male animal, and in this respect she was ver...
This is Part Two of a response to Wanting You by insanewaffles. * It was not what she'd expected. Not at all. But surprises can be good, right? She fought the urge to just drop the whole thing, count up the cons vs. pros, chalk it up to weird impulse or whatever. In her mind she almost saw the itemized list against it: he was older, older than she thought...
The December sky was as cold and bleak as I felt on the inside. It was one week till Christmas and I was one of a thousand harried war weary last minute shoppers. I balanced my packages precariously as I made my way through the pushing and shoving mob. I hadn’t heard from him since our last encounter, and my life had gone on as it always had, cold, lonely, p...
As he hurried over the second floor landing, he heard Trish's murmurs echoing from overhead. Patient beds stuffed with restrained and groaning figures blurred on a heavy pant as he struggled desperately to catch up to the group. Florescent light pulsed in greenish yellow tones that tricked his eyes and deepened the shadows everywhere. Footsteps marched in un...
"We are here." The driver said. "Thank you." Leslie said, putting her breasts back in the bralette, and adjusting her skirt. "You're welcome." The driver responded, his voice not able to conceal his arousal. Leslie heard the arousal and smiled. "I'll leave you a good tip, if I can have your tip." Leslie said. "Excuse me?" The driver asked. Leslie couldn'...
The Ramifications of Yet Another Season of Flaming Denial Yes, this was the perfect deal: neither of them would tell on the other. Perfect. They could sit here for hours, drooling over the facts of the situation and sharing memories. Photographs. Lovers details. But neither of them would have to admit to the free world that they still held unvoiced- well, u...
I have you a bit more to myself now, haven't I? I've seen off those other men: kind, nice men, chatting you up at parties. You were so safe with them, with those kind, nice men, weren't you? So safe with the old familiar routine: a chat up, a snog, a screw, meet again, do it all again. And you? Something missing, so not alive, so not... what is it that you w...
It is humid as hell. It's a close suffocating heat that saps me of the strength to walk at a normal productive pace. I am wearing a short white t-shirt style dress. It doesn't belong to me. It does not fit. Halfway through the slow measured shuffle to the coffee shop, a three-and-a-half block voyage I make two times each day, I am caught in a sudden torren...
As an 'older' writer, from a far off land, this time of year causes me to reflect many unusual experiences and remember events that shaped my life and made me who I am. Books that you study at school tend to alter the way you think. George Orwell wrote the classic tale 'Animal Farm' which parodied the concepts of Russia's Communist Government. Having lasting...