It was a hot Friday night. Everybody who was anybody was at The Ivy, the hottest club in town. The music pumped so loud you could feel it in your bones, the drinks were reasonably priced and you could count on the duty manager to call you a good taxi if you drank too much. The bouncer collected a reasonable entry fee, while keeping the known troublemaker...
Clarabelle "Clara" Bullock was 24 years old and a professor of art at Florida University. Living in an apartment in the suburban college town, she'd only had a few lovers, never had sex, and had few friends outside of some of her fellow faculty at the college. She had one secret, though... Clara had always dreamed of BDSM. She'd read novels, done r...
[continued] Part of Elsie-a very loud and insistent part of her-wanted to flee from the cozy little house and run back to the safety of the shack on her farm. Instead, she stood outside of Holly's room with her back pressed to the closed door and tried to compose herself. Her chest was heaving as though she'd run a marathon. She felt like a hot mess. She'd...
This is the first chapter in a multi-chapter story. There's no sex or anything in this chapter, so patience is encouraged. ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So I want to tell you about a pretty crazy period of my life. Like a lot of fun, exciting things it ultimately couldn't last forever, but I definitely look back on the time with a big smile, and I appreciate it both...
Chapter 5 The Next Day Useless to say that I had a delightful night. When I woke up the next morning I felt my cock-clit in Nancy's mouth, it was hard, very hard. I debated whether to let her consume my morning Golden Wine, but finally decided she had had enough for the time being. But this did not eliminate another of my juices. I slowly rocked, feeling m...
Author's Note: My wife and I have been together for nearly ten years. In that time, we have been heavily involved in the local BDSM/Kink/Swinging scene, usually labeled ubiquitously as the lifestyle. I am incredibly fortunate to have such an open-minded and sexually adventurous partner. With her permission, this series shares and amalgamates some of our mo...
'Created in the image of a superior Being.' Part 3 Gloria's husband Greg's sensed his world was coming apart at the seams the day he was let go at work. Words were spoken anger flared up him and the boss glaring at each other it seemed they were one chair-toss away from it becoming a 'Jerry Springer' show. Unaware of it he hadn't known Gloria negotiated a...
I always found it somehow difficult to type on a laptop when it was actually on my lap. Even more difficult when crammed into a car that's driving around on bumpy af roads. But I had wanted to try writing erotica. Nothing overly fetishy or magical. Just something that spoke to what it's actually like being like a modern trans girl or whatever. I just wished...
Chapter 4: He/She Is Inducted In Gold Once I felt that Nancy had had enough to drink I told her to get the special glass from the bar. She walked over and looked then asked, "Mistress, which one do you mean?" "Look on the shelf behind you, it is a crystal glass with a gold design onto it, do you see it?" "Yes Mistress, I have it." "Good, bring it to me s...
The last strap is set firmly in place, Eliza is not going anywhere, not unless I let her. She is standing at the foot of the bed, bent over it, with her arms in restraints that are connected to the front bedposts. Stepping back I take her in, she is beautiful. She only wears a pair of black leather heels while her ass and already wet vagina wait for me, pati...