The world before me was strange. There was nothing, pitch black darkness. Yet I felt like I wasn't alone. I walked for what seemed like days, and when I saw something in the distance I continued toward it. When I finally approached, I saw a sight I never before ever imagined... Her crimson eyes gazed down at me. She hovered above me, a good ten feet maybe. H...
She luxuriated in a bubble bath scented with lavender, her heart even now racing at the thought of finally meeting the One that had been there for her in the past 2 3/4 years. the One that she always seemed to come back to, and that through His actions showed that He cared. Today, she was going to meet Storm Sir, and she was terribly nervous, trying to calm...
She stepped right up to me in my personal space, but had a shy smile. As she composed herself to speak, she offered me one of her white gloved hands, but instead of waiting for my hand she simply grasped my penis, as if in a handshake. "I am Katarina. Please call me Kate or Cat." Kate had a thick Russian accent, sounding very different from the robot. I co...
Darren awoke to a blaring alarm clock. Fighting the urgent pull to stay under the warm covers, he swung both feet onto the floor and reached over shutting off the alarm. 6am and the beginning of another exciting November Tuesday. In every respect it was another typical day in the never-ending cycle of workweeks. Shower, jack-off, shave, dress and run out t...
AUTHORS NOTE-this is my first attempt at BDSM story and I would appreciate feedback. Thanks. Dancing in His arms, her forbidden love's, only heightens her senses. She is married with a real life outside that door. She is not a slut or tramp. She is a one man woman, isn't she? Yet here she stood in another man's arms, this man whose scent was eating at her r...
A/N: If you're not familiar with me, it is important to know I'm almost completely blind. This series is a first-person fantasy and not all the wishes will be written about in detail. If you're reading mostly for sex, read the intro, then skip the first 9 wishes and finish the bottom from wishes 10-12. I am the main character of this story and my descriptio...
The waitress stopped at the corner of the table and placed the blood red envelope in front of the impeccably dressed woman. "Your gentleman friend has paid the bill and he asked me to give you this." "That gentleman is my husband," replied the woman, with a smile. "Thank you." Cynthia looked at the envelope on the table. Scrolled across its' crimson face...
Huh. Waking up is always difficult -- there was something today. Something nice. But this is no normal waking up... The alarm didn't go -- but then, it's the weekend. I'm trying to roll over, but it doesn't work. Damn, Bob must have tied me down to the bed. I'm trying to wiggle my legs a bit, but the cords around my feet make it impossible. I can roll my b...
So I used to cum when I chose. I'd get horny and touch myself. Rub my nipples. Stroke my clit until it was super hard and cum. Lately the horniness has gotten worse. Worse because I'm not able to control it anymore. I want to touch myself? I have to ask. I want to edge myself into oblivion? Again I ask. To cum? Well for that I beg. I beg you for relief aft...
Now Violet faced the lifeguard station, hands bound above her, oiled from heard to toe. Buckets of cold water made a semicircle around her. He reached to the front of her to pull her hips and legs out and back. Her arms stretched against the bonds. A cold dildo slid passed into her pussy until the flat base pressed against her bald lips, like a baby sucking...