Author's Note: I don’t normally write of women topping men, but felt the need to purge my system. Hope those who like this subject will enjoy. TMG Darryl Jenkins wasn’t so much a “Ladies’ Man” as he was a “Ladies Sampler”. He saw no harm in that. With reasonably good looks and a chiseled, 6'1" 195lb frame, he had little trouble finding himself a date for Friday nights (Or any other night, for that matter). ...
Author's Note: Including an edited chapter one. This story is fiction. Attempting to recreate play based on the story could cause personal injury and should not be attempted. This read may not be for everyone, but I do hope if it’s your cup of tea that you enjoy reading it. This story is dedicated to K.M.M. and J.A.B. for giving me the inspiration to look past the darkness and rediscover my inner light. ...
Author's Note: This is a story based on fantasy, not a reference to any real events. If you do not like to read stories about submissive being dominated then you should read another story. Part 1: Starting Sparrow’s new adventure Submission. I could run away but I won’t. I have been conditioned. I have been trained to obey. I will do whatever He asks. Whatever the price. I will do my best to please Him every time. ...
Author's Note: Enjoy the read! Would love writing more if people enjoy it! “Now tell me why you need to be punished” Nicole said. “I need to be punished because I still don’t understand that I don’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you and Katie want. I am just a worthless object for your pleasure.” Mattie answered. Nicole spit in Mattie’s face and said “Good answer slave. Now bend over so I can fuck you while we wait for Katie to get our guest ready for you.” ...
CHAPTER 1 - Saint Patty’s Mishap It was the morning after our first Valentine’s Day together. Megan and I were showering after a long night and an early morning roll in the sack when she blurted it out as a point of fact. “I want a Tattoo.” She looked me straight away, her legs spread, her hands to either side of her clit, she was peering over her natural D-Cups. “Right across here where only you and I can enjoy it.” She motioned with her hands starting at the center above her clit and ending at the edges where her tan line started. “Nothing too huge, two little colorful metal spinning tops like we had when we were kids growing up.” She looked at me jokingly. “Well maybe like YOU had when you were a kid. I have seen them in museums and they made me think of you.” She laughed at herself taking an obvious dig at our age difference. “Then maybe or or maybe centered between the tops.” I wasn’t sure if she was joking or not and she looked at me as I was trying to act surprised. “Come on, don’t act so surprised. I am not that naïve. I am just over five foot tall, I weigh 110 soaking wet and I have monster tits.” I sat there still acting innocently. “I have heard the bathroom talk. Don’t deny that you have never called me that before.” I was definitely guilty of the crime but had no intention of admitting it. “What EVER!” ...
Author's Note: This is a sequel to my earlier story “Melissa’s Quality Time” which ideally should be read first. Melissa peeped through the gap in the curtains, as the sound of a car coming to a halt outside reached her ears. It was getting dark outside now, and the movement-sensitive light in the apartment block’s car park had just activated to reveal the sight of Louisa’s Toyota Yaris pulling up in the space set aside for visitors. Melissa smiled as she watched Louisa open the driver’s door and get out into the gathering gloom of a chilly autumn evening. “Tonight Louisa” she thought to herself “you’re going to get your come-uppance. And I’m going to take so much pleasure from making you suffer for what you put me through.” ...
Author's Note: Stand alone story puporting to be the second (of 3) chapter of my memories Memories I discover three bound women I was attending CCNY (City College of New York) on a very tight budget. I had managed to land a job that provided free rent so long as I worked as the building’s superintendent. This consisted or hauling out the trash, keeping the stairs and halls swept, doing minor ‘handy man’ sort of repairs and calling service companies (elevator, furnace, etc.) for repairs beyond my abilities. The building was an older one but the work wasn’t too hard and except for repairs in a tenant’s apartment could be done at any hour giving me plenty of time for class and studies. ...
Author's Note: Sarah goes for a modeling gig, but is soon captured and tormented. Inspired by a classic Insex scene. This story is a little different than some of my others. This is something of a novelization of a classic video that caught my eye from the geniuses at Insex. It is my best attempt to capture, in story form, the contents of the scene. I’ll try to include a link to the video at the end (not sure if that’s frowned upon). Enjoy! ...
Author's Note: No plans to update this; just something I came up with while taking a break from a longer work. This is a work of fiction; names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. All comments and criticisms are welcome and appreciated. The lifeguard’s staring at me again. What a perv. I raise my hands over my head, twisting around like I’ve got a hula hoop around my waist. Mistress Helena-the sarcastic name I’ve given our instructor in my head-calls this move the Washing Machine. The Machine, for short. She has a million of these moves, each more strenuous than the last. But the results are undeniable and her water aerobics classes are always packed; the only way to get in is by waiting list. ...
Author's Note: I’m new in bondage. So please write if you don’t like anything that’s happened so far, or anything I should change or think of! Thank you for reading xx Part 1 JACK I have gone to the same bar for some years now, to be with my friends and have some drinks. For some weeks ago when I came to the bar, I saw that they had hired a new waitress. Most waitresses were pretty average; too much makeup and slutty clothes, and it was no secret that almost everybody got picked up after work by the men in the bar. ...