SMACK! Trish Stratus cried out in pain as the sound of her big ass being smacked echoed throughout what she had thought was an empty corridor. Thinking some cocky WWF superstar or backstage attendant had stepped out of line Trish turned around and prepared to slap whoever had smacked her booty, but all the fight drained from her body and her ass hole pucke...
Email from: Travis.ReynoldsMarch 27 8: 48 PM Dear Miss Tianna, I am writing you even though I didn't do everything you said. I wasn't able to get a phone but as you can see I attached pictures of me like you wanted. I went to Wal-Mart last night but I didn't have enough money to get a cheap phone. But I think I can get one in a week since I'm working more n...
Chapter 3: Sugar Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments welcomed. I needed it all week. I woke with a hard-on every morning. There was no way I could fit into my short...
Sam held the black-and-white photograph of his first wife in the gnarled fingers of his hand. "Here's looking at you, kid," he said, holding it up towards his failing eyes, as much aware of the liver spots on the back of his hand as of Jenny's prim beauty. Her delicate hands were crossed over a pleated knee-length skirt and her face shone in the white sunl...
Author's note: A Soft(er) Female Domination story: the wife unexpectedly takes control and the husband loves every second of it. No whips, no chains. There is some pain, but nothing extreme and it was very much appreciated by the recipient. This story started when a Lit friend asked for a sample of how storytelling can be done from a male sub perspective....
Laurel awoke with a start, her body still pressed up against Jared's. It was already nearly eight o' clock. Jared was sound asleep. Well, she thought, too late for breakfast anyway. She quietly slipped out of bed and got showered and dressed. She gazed somewhat wistfully at Jared's sleeping frame. She wondered, briefly, if she had ruined everything by making...
I looked up from my book as I saw headlights illuminate my study. A car had entered my driveway. I raised my wrist in languid motion and saw that it was 8:45 and I knew just who it was. I had instructed my sub to arrive promptly at 9 and be on my back deck awaiting me in position #4. Well, I guess I can't blame Jeremy for being on time... too bad. No, wait,...
Later that afternoon I found myself securely spread-eagled face-down on our bed with my mid-section raised by three pillows. As the two of them were tying me down, M. asked Emma if she wouldn't mind removing the giant steel butt plug. "Won't he feel empty and denied if we take that pleasure away from him," Emma asked. "You need for him to get something out...
I was lying on my bed and struggling not to bite my nails. What had been such a wonderful evening, such an exciting journey down the rabbit hole, had suddenly turned sour and into an emotional nightmare. I wanted to sob in desperation, to shout and throw things against the wall, because I was filled with a rage that was targeted at myself. I had let myself g...
"Do you feel a little ridiculous?" Ella asked, smirking. She couldn't help herself. She was on a high. She had him. She had him right where she wanted him, and he knew it, and he loved it, almost as much as she did. His chuckle was short lived. "I feel . . . more than ridiculous." She raised an eyebrow. He couldn't see it; his head was bowed and he was tre...