Part 1 I had this strange dream that night. A dream of flying in an airplane with my colleagues and friends and having a great party. Cocaine and some beautiful exotic escort ladies - of course everything payed for by the company. There are benefits to being a top manager. I felt like a mighty stallion, with all the mares just waiting for me to cover them. My sex drive and the success in business where just over the top. ...
Author's Note: I’m not an engineer, so if anyone can figure out an actual device that does what I describe, I’d definitely be interested. Jane was shy, single, and kinky. It was a perfect recipe to result in her curiosity and experimentation with self bondage. In her adolescence she would breathlessly wait for her parents to leave on a grocery trip, or she would fake illness to avoid joining a visit to a relative’s. While alone in the house, Jane delighted in her top secret and favorite activity of binding herself with whatever materials she could get her hands on. ...
Author's Note: A fun little piece of erotica I wrote as a Christmas present for a friend. Sequels are a possibility, so if you have ideas, comment away. :) Christmas. That time of the year for reuniting with family, decorating indoor trees, and spending an obscene amount on socks and chocolates. But not for Jessica Waters of Bunn Street. Her family was continents away, and her flatmates just wanted to get smashed and wake up on Boxing Day with a killer hangover. Not her idea of a good time. She was a shy nerd who’d rather spend the day playing Tomb Raider than socialising with actual people… or better yet, spend the day masturbating to her favourite porn. But her best friend insisted she come along to some Christmas party, promising there’d be hot guys and free food. ...
“I suppose you lot want to go home early tonight as it is the last working day before Christmas. I am afraid that this cannot happen. Christmas Day is on Tuesday and you have the Wednesday off. Fiddle it all, all I think of that it is one gigantic drinking session. After the office party five years ago, we stopped having parties. Everyone was sick the next day and I lost a fortune in lost earnings. If you want Christmas Eve off, you may take it as one of your holiday days, although I don’t see why I have to pay you, or take it off unpaid. But leave the letter requesting it off on my desk before you go home. I am off to my club now. I have put CCTV in to see who is malingering. If we have to lay anybody off, they will be the first to go. Good day to you all. I will be back later, but if you have gone, I say “Merry Christmas to you now”. ...
Author's Note: Not for the squeamish! The sound suddenly woke him from the restless half sleep he had come to accept as rest. He assumed his sister was doing something to cause the noise that roused him from yet another uncomfortable night, but of course, blinded by the sleep mask, he had no way of knowing for sure. He squirmed on the bed, more to let her know he was awake than anything else, wrists and ankles pulling at the locked leather cuffs and chains that held him rigidly in position. His inability to move his arms or legs more than an inch was the root cause of his lack of a good night’s sleep; something he hadn’t had since his sister started chaining him to his bed a little over four months ago. ...
Chapter 1 - The Discovery After years of trying to control my nymphomania, and countless thousands of dollars spent on psychiatrists, I still was no better than when I was 16. You see, for me it’s not a need for attention or a desire for companionship that drove me to have sex - it was the sexual release - the orgasm - that I craved. I seemed to constantly crave sex. After I would reach orgasm, I was only satisfied for about an hour before I would begin to feel the strong urge to have sex again. The urge would become more and more powerful until I again satisfied it. Even at work, my lunch breaks usually included a trip to the restroom for a quick orgasm using a vibrator. Masturbation was okay and satisfied the urge, but it never compared to the feel of a real man inside of me. I fucked men every chance I had, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t keep a boyfriend because no one man could fuck me often enough to keep me satisfied. ...
We had lived together for some while now and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll. ...
Author's Note: Roll up, roll up, The Circus is back in town; a medley of thrills and spills; here to tease and to please, to delight and excite; you’ll meet familiar characters and exotic caricatures; all the base emotions are here: lust, hate, fear, envy; all freely available, a world of escapism. There is something here for everybody: fame, infamy, laughter, pain, desire, satisfaction, sex, heartache and, perhaps, love; it’s your chance to see, to touch and, if you’re lucky, to be touched; a window on a wonderous world or, for the very lucky, a doorway into it. ...
Author's Note: For those that enjoyed ‘When in Rome…’ and my other Mirkada stories, here’s another story of a couple on holiday getting up to some bondage fun. Simon and Marie are on a specially tailored trip to New York. ‘This one ?’ I pointed towards the sheer blue satin balcony bra on its plastic hanger. I didn’t often get to go lingerie shopping with my wife and I was rather enjoying myself. ...
After being on all those TV shows last month, my blog, Clair Soufflé Online, has really taken off. Which is great! I’m making so much money off the ads now I don’t have to wait tables at Tony’s Diner anymore. A big thanks to my dear friend Edward (the nerd) Stillman. He set this all up for me. He’s a nerd, but he’s a super friend. Well, I’m getting alotta questions. Edward says I need to create a fack. So I asked him if he like wanted to fack me – which made him laugh. I don’t know what a fack is so I’ll just answer the questions here. ...