Emily sat there on her bed looking over all her toys and considering all her options, she wanted to surprise Lee for a change, She started with her clothing she picked out Lees favourite a school girl outfit, she slipped it on over a tight bra and picked out a simple red G string, she then tied her hair in pig tails with ribbons and took a look in the mirror, she was not too sure about her look but new it was Lees favourite on her. She then sat back down on the bed and started to prepare herself, she picked up one of her biggest vibrators, and covered it in lube then tested it turning it on, she turned it back off replaced the batteries with new ones to make sure they would last then slipped it inside her, it was a little hard at first but after the first couple of inches the rest slipped it. Emily pushed it all the way inside herself then pulled the G string over it to hold it in place. Next she wanted to fill her ass, she picked out a medium sized butt plug and smothered it in lube then slipped that inside her also, she felt full up but new it would be worth it, next she decided something for her clit, just to top it all off. She found a butterfly vibrator and adjusted it so it sat just on her clit. Once everything was in place she made sure her G string was on tight to hold it all in place. ...

Author's Note: This story will not be for everyone. It is inspired by a real person and I have endured a number of the things that she goes through so I write from experience. Chapter 1 “You seem nervous,” I began. She nodded, biting her lip. I cocked an eyebrow and she said, “Yes.” I tilted my head slightly to the side, an invitation to elaborate further and she replied, “Yes, Sir, I am nervous.” I looked her up and down. I knew she was about 40 though she took care of herself well so looked much younger. About 5'4", athletic though softly curved body; she apparently swam, ran, and did yoga every day. Brown hair, light brown eyes, clear fair skin, not a wrinkle nor a grey hair to be seen. Quite remarkable for the mother of a 16 year old, a 13 year old, and-the surprise child-a 3 year old. That’s where we met, pre-pre-school. I had not realized such a thing existed until I became a parent. Though it was a relief to know that it did. A morning or few a week away from the kids. Though my wife and I shared the parenting duties, it was the mothers of all of the other children who volunteered. Me and nine women, including my wife, on rotating shifts helping the teacher. That’s how we got to know her. My wife and I discussed her right after we met her at the first parent social. My wife started the conversation, “Who is the one with the dark secrets?” I replied, “It’s obvious to you, too? She has some skeletons in her closet for sure. I wonder if the 3 year old is even his,” I added, referring to the father we briefly met before he disappeared into the corner for a business call. “If that is how he is all the time, I bet she feels a bit . . . neglected.” My wife nodded and said, “Shall I suss her out?” I smiled and she replied, “I will take that as a yes.” ...

Deep down John knew that it was more his attraction to her that made him accept her invitation to come back to the house to receive what his father had left to him. Serena his “Wicked Stepmother” as he always referred to her as sent him a letter telling him that his father left him something of immeasureable value that was never mentioned in the will. he loved his father but for the past few years of his life they did not speak at all due to the way he was treated by Serena. ...

He was blindfolded. His hands tied behind his back. His mouth gagged. He was sitting on his knees, and they were starting to hurt from the hard floor. His ankles were cuffed to bolts on the floor. He was Naked and cold, except for a pair of very tight briefs. The briefs hugged his balls and penis very tightly, making his balls ache from the pressure and his penis hard from the mere friction. He was shivering, and a bit scared. Not able to see, or feel anyone around him. In silence, he awaited her. ...

Author's Note: All comments and suggestions welcome. Hope you enjoy, I know I did. Here I am, tied spread eagle to my own bed wondering what is going to happen next. I have been in this position for over five hours and have just had the biggest mind blowing orgasm of my life. She had started very slowly, lightly playfully fingering my nipples, my balls, the bottom of my shaft, then a couple of deep passionate kisses. I did not want her lips to move from mine, she is an awesome kisser. ...

Ding-a-ling! With a jingle and a slam, another gaggle of children entered Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and proceeded to set about the place. Hermione was beginning to regret accepting George Weasley’s offer of a temporary position running the shop while he traveled to Northern Africa in search of ancient practical joke spells and talismans. But, she needed the work and it coincided with the spring break of Magoolick’s Graduate School of Magical Studies where she was working on her Master’s Degree in Witchcraft. ...

Author's Note: This is a sequel to ‘Hermione and the Fairy’ which is a story I came across during a quiet period on the site when I took the opportunity to explore the archive. Like many readers, I thought it was a great work of sexy fan fiction and a lovely kinky story too. At the end of a story I noticed that there were several requests for a sequel - as there often are with a good one. I wanted one too but as it hasn’t appeared for the last three years, I decided to write one myself. ...

Author's Note: In early 2014, Bundle Adjuster released Hermione and the Fairy. In mid 2017, thepinkbishop released Hermione and the Fairy Briedel, which picks up our heroine six months later. I highly recommend both. This story bridges the two, starting the day after Hermione and the Fairy. Obviously, it departs from canon. Part 1 Hermione stretched after she woke from her long and deep slumber. She squirmed under her satin sheet, relishing the feel against her bare skin, her nipples singing in joy. She usually slept in a night shirt, but for some reason had opted to sleep nude. The memories of her previous day rushed back. She glanced under the sheet to verify that the chain was still attached to her nipples. Her poor, tortured nipples, still pierced by the golden ring. Second priority of the day would be getting them off. The first priority of the day was getting off. ...

Author's Note: I have been practicing self-bondage for years and this fantasy is mixed with a few things I have done on my own and would love to try. Amazing what we come up with in our own fantasies when no Mistress is available. I have even started working on a self-bondage studio on clipsforsale. Love to hear feedback. :) Chapter 1 She had me helpless again. I was exhausted and dripping sweat, whining unintelligibly into the extreme gag stretching my jaw and pushing my cheeks out to their limit. Air whistled through the small tubes coming out of each of my nostrils as I made these whining noises, these tubes being my only access to fresh air. I hung by my wrists balancing strenuously on the balls of my feet and toes. ...

The Mystery It had been a month since Erica’s great aunt had passed away. She and Erica had been quite close so it was no surprise when her will decreed that her entire estate be left with Erica. Erica was only 26 at the time and was one of the few blood relatives still alive at the time of her aunt’s departure. She had been interning for a software company in Ohio during her junior and senior year at college and had hired in full time a mere 3 months ago. She and her boss had a great working relationship and usually hung out after work together. They often organized rock-climbing or rafting trips as “Team Building Exercises” for their fellow employees. This meant they could take dream vacations while dragging along their friends at work without having to pay for it or use precious vacation time. Erica had suggested this during her senior internship to help boost moral and increase team spirit. The “big boss” even bought into the idea and gave her a huge bonus for “.going that extra mile.” ...