I was 24 years old when this wonderful incident occurred (or must say I made occur) in my life. I had gone with my friend Ravi to attend his relative's marriage in a small conservative town in semi-rural Rajasthan. As expected I had a boring time...the ladies kept to themselves and the local men and I had nothing in common. So it was with reluctance that I a...
While masturbating and fantasizing about female domination and tease and denial I found myself conjuring up situations that would call for the most extensive and merciless orgasm control imaginable. It was surprisingly difficult to come up with scenarios that were both sustainable and, if not believable -- and let's face it, what scenario in which a woman pl...
I was already waiting alone at the centrally placed table when the host informed me that Nan, already fifteen minutes late, had just called to say that she was going to be yet another ten minutes late. Nan had chosen this restaurant in the TST district of Kowloon. I had never been here before, but it was my style, quite elegant, with thirty tables draped in...
Katie stared at herself in the mirror, wanting to cry. She thought she looked ridiculous. When she was 7 years old she had promised herself that she would never wear pink. It clashed with her fiery, orange hair. Now, at 22, would be the first time she was going to wear pink since that early age. It was her sister's wedding. Sara had refused to listen to Ka...
To say that Christian was lonely after Sophie's departure would be an overstatement. He felt alone but he had his work and memories. During the next few weeks, he spent many hours poring over his collection of corsetry, photographs and related objects. On dull winter weekends, he'd get out his collections and spread them around the bed and the dressing table...
Her name was Glenda Johnson, but the neighborhood knew her as "Ms. Jiggles." She was one of those women that you fantasized about when you were young. All the boys had a crush on her. "Hey boys!" she would tease when we passed her yard. We always responded with respect, even though we wanted to fuck that pussy senseless. In her mid 40's, she was very attra...
Part 1 — The Sting of The Lash Carla knocked and entered. She saw her friend Brandy sitting on the couch, dressed in her terrycloth bathrobe. "Hi," she said brightly, putting her magazine down. Brandy waved her to a seat. "Hi, yourself," she replied as she sat. "Am I interrupting something? It's two in the afternoon and you're still in your housecoat...
Dear Readers, It's been a couple of years since the last installment of this story... I did not think I would add anything to Ben and Sam's story but then a little exhibition tale sprouted in my mind and for some reason I thought that this new couple in their "honeymoon" phase would be the perfect fit. As usual, please vote and leave comments. Your posit...
The Pornomancer let out a weary sigh as he hoisted his backpack up to his shoulder. He was, as usual, getting out of work half an hour late since, as usual, his replacements had failed to show up on time. Normally he would have complained to his boss, but since his replacement was his boss... Fortunately, the night had been a rather quiet one, and he had man...
CHAPTER ONE – The Bet "You'll never stop smoking," Allison said with unconcealed contempt. "You promise and promise but you can't do it. Five years and how many times have you tried? Jesus, why can't you just stop?" "Maybe I'm not properly motivated," Randi said in an inappropriately playful mood. "I just lack the sufficient reward." "Oh no buster," Allis...