I awoke the next morning and for a split second was rather amazed there’s a man in my bed. Who was still sleeping soundly, so I got up quietly and made my way to the bathroom and then the kitchen. I was sipping coffee, still naked, and just staring out the window when I heard something behind me. Turning, I saw that incredible smile. He always looks at me...
Too late, Chalice realizes she has been trapped. Grail has been waiting for her curled up on the divan, her half-smile a sentence dotted by the black mole on her cheek, the heels of her solid pumps exclamations pointed at Chalice. A pointing finger catches her, then tugs her to the center of their playroom as if by an invisible thread. Chalice pads across t...
Downstairs in Stuart's dungeon, the lights were quite dim. Mistress Lydia had allowed her slave, Thomas, to walk down the stairs because having him crawl was simply too impractical. Contrary to common expectations, Stuart had created a warm, welcoming dungeon - no bare brick walls and cold floors here. Instead, the walls were padded and lined with red velvet...
The Wooden Pony Club "The seeker embarks on a journey to find what he wants and discovers, along the way, what he needs." — Wally Lamb, The Hour I First Believed My journey began when my boyfriend took me to a fancy restaurant for my birthday. We feasted gloriously on chilled avocado soup, char-grilled salmon with asparagus, lamb casserole l'arabique and...
I hear a snap. I open my eyes. Dizziness, the taste of cum on my breath, desperation, panic. I'm kneeling in a dark room. Pitch black, I can't see a thing. I can feel that I'm still wearing the corset, the wig, the skirt, all of it. My hands are folded neatly in my lap. I try to move them. I fail. Obviously. Whoever this crazy woman is, she has me entirely...
Part 1 - the girls are mown The sun had been sweltering all day and even as the shadows lengthened there seemed no let up in the heat. Danielle had been waiting for what seemed hours for her friend. The sweat dripped down her, running from her neck into her dress and seemingly out again from below the hem. It was not really the same trickle, after all there...
I must admit that part of me has always been fascinated with the sight of women packaged or boxed, especially if parts of them are exposed. I think it is something about taking away the identity of the person and the focus is solely on their sex. So I decided I would crate up my girlfriend and make my own fuckbox. To save time and to get a better quality...
It was twilight on the peninsula that marked the northernmost tip of the southern continent, a place where the weather was always balmy and mild, though the inhabitants were seldom as pacific as the climate. Arun was a major port of call for all kinds of travellers. Merchants sailing north or south, mercenaries temporarily between wars, priests on pilgrimage...
The grass was slippery and wet as she ran across the back lawn. The sun had set over an hour ago, and the moon glistened off the ground. The light afternoon rain left the entire world bathed in the scent of lush vegetation. The grass, just cut that morning, stuck to her feet as she walked up the wooden ramp to the door of the old barn. She reached up to the...
The summer sun glimmered on the emerald sea as the waves broke against the shore, swallowing up the tiny footprints in the sand. Isabelle was a tall red-haired girl now in her 23rd year. She strode along the beach with her dress fluttering in the warm breeze, vexed by matters of the heart - and feared that her longing would be unrequited. Richard had grown...