Author's Note: Please feel free to comment, good or bad, I only know if my writing is any good by your feedback. I also welcome E-mails to [email protected] and will always answer. Part 1 “The black Basque, with stockings and your five inch heels,” I told her. “Okay, naked, completely naked.” “Is that all?” I asked. “No. Handcuffed to the bed as well,” Beth replied. “Anything else?” I asked. “I’m not saying just now, I’ll save my other choices as a surprise,” she said. ...
Author's Note: Based in part on actual experiences. Last week my sister-in-law, Betty, moved to our town with the help of my wife. Simple as it might seem we agreed to help her move into her new apartment. Since she stayed in our guest room until her apartment was ready we renewed our friendship and saw each other every day. One day we were at her apartment and I noticed that there was a panel in her bedroom closet which had visible screw heads at the four corners. While she and my wife, Penny, were organizing the kitchen I removed the panel from the wall and found a hidden area behind a false wall. Within it was an assortment of sex toys, bdsm items, dark lingerie, a video camera and DVDs. I quickly replaced the panel and joined the ladies in the kitchen. I asked them if they knew anything about the previous occupant. They told me that they had heard about a woman who lived here, but she had died in a car accident. That’s what took so long to get the apartment, her family had to move everything out and clean it up. ...
Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C. “Hey, you be careful this weekend, ok” His statement was more out of fear for her than anything else. He had been working in the same office as her for long enough to build a lasting friendship. He truly cared for his H.R Manager, even if he didn’t much care for her gender. “Oh I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine, boys” she replied as she hastily gathered her cell phone, purse and keys. “Besides, trust me he’s no match for me. Even if he did decide to get a little randy on me, I would have him down and pinned in less than a few seconds”. The other two chuckled at her. Inside though, they sensed a streak to her that would most likely probably back that statement right up. Either way, each of the men knew she was superior to them, so they just left it alone. “Well, girlfriend, call us if u need us, mkayy”. She just smiled and nodded, then made her way to the exit and to the parking area for her car. ...
Author's Note: A short pony play story. I like writing ‘human animal’ stories but my Pony Reality story has come in for some criticism mainly because of the slow way I write. I thus set my self the challenge of writing a quick tale in only about six pages. Did it on my iPad over two evenings while away for a couple of days. I’m happy with it hope others are. ...
I hadn’t been to an undergraduate lecture for at least a decade, but this would prove to be one of my most memorable ever. The funny thing is, I’m long past being an undergrad nor have I enrolled in a new course as a mature student. One of my closest friends is a young college student. We met at a kink party a few months ago and made an immediate connection when we found out we had quiet a bit in common in both worlds. Unfortunately when we met I was an out-of-town visitor and I don’t live in the same state let alone the same city, much to our frustration. But, every now and then one of us manages a short visit. ...
Author's Note: This story is largely real. It is compressed and addended with a few of my GF/BFF/Mistress/Slave’s (flavor of the week? Love of my life. You choose the acronym based on who is licking the boot.) latest fantasy/plans. Enjoy, and do email me if you’ve got something you’d think we should try. Her eyes wide with a mix of sarcastic humor, surprise and perhaps a little disgust “…just know this, there is no fucking way that thing is going inside me.” Call it famous first words? A year later, her comment on my PA is a funny memory. Mel, my Mistress and switch, is getting me read for our little party. But really brief background is in order. ...
Author's Note: Preliminary chapter of a new fantasy story I am writing. Please leave any kind of feedback so I can improve! Prologue I suppose my true story begins in 2015, but for you to all understand it better, a little back-story is required. Chapter One - A Life Changing Delivery It began, like most things, with a crossroads. I was 17, fresh out of education and wondering what to do with my life. It was the summer of 09 and everyone seemed contempt with what was going on, me of course, I had no freaking idea! I considered myself pretty good looking, I’d had plenty of girlfriends whilst growing up so I guess I was right there. I stood at 6"6, short black hair an average physique, topped off with some decent muscles earned with sweat and tears from 4 years of ...
Friday afternoons at work always tick by slowly. Even more slowly when you’re counting down the hours to fetish party that’s been on your mind all week. I checked the clock: 3:30pm. The party didn’t begin until ten. My experience thus far with such parties had been uniformly negative: sad, droopy older people and a ratio of men to women that was downright alarming. This was different. I had received a private invite from a group I’d found through a contact on Fetlife: unadvertised, with a strict age limit of 35, and a roughly even split of the sexes. ...
Steve and Monica met each other in a local bar. They talked for a couple of hours, getting to really know each other. After a while they felt their own urges building up inside them. Wanting a release, Steve made the first move, “Would you like to go back to my place for a while, maybe kick back and watch a movie?” Steve, feeling he had finally conquered a rejection problem he had for a while, got a very unexpected answer. ...
Author's Note: My wife and I enjoy bondage games and this is a scenario we hope to try shortly Chapter 1 I was spreadeagled and face down, wrists and ankles stretched out across the bed. This allowed me a little margin to squirm, but nothing much. I felt the weight of my own body pressing down upon my cock, the cock she had trussed up just prior to securing my limbs. She had sheathed my erection in a single nylon stocking, using another to tie around my balls before using a third nylon to crush my shaft at the base, the centre, and agonisingly at the tip. Everything bulged, everything was being crushed by the weight of my own stranded form. ...