Tonight she is really being cruel. . . My lady is now combining both psychological and physical torments with her latest game, which she calls “Twitch, Roll & Squeeze”. It began when she wanted to make our lovelife even more capricious and cruel than it already is. Below is a description of what she does,
I met him online perhaps three months ago…it wasn’t long after our first chat that we decided to make it official. I was to be his slave. The allure of pleasing his cock at will was more of a turn on than I had anticipated, and have thus far thoroughly enjoyed every session we have
Carla turned the cold water up a little as she finished rinsing off in th e shower. Her body tingled with excitement as her mind wandered over the sexual possibilities that this night would bring. It had been so long since she had submitted to a Dominant and gave herself so freely. (See “Scorcher,” 2001)
Like some strange tree, I rise from the ground. I am neither ash nor oak, but I am slender limbed, my branches reaching for the ceiling, my trunk a gentle curve rooted by face and breasts to the polished floor beneath me. And all the while my lover circles me. I can hear his footsteps
I arrived home, walking oddly due to the unusual weight in my briefs. My wife met me at the door, frowning. “You’ve been playing again, haven’t you? Let’s see it this time,” she commanded. I moved from the exposed doorway to our living room and took my accustomed place against the display wall. As she
It’s easy to point someone else out as a slut. It’s almost always a female, but of course it can be an effeminate male. Usually you’re pointing out someone you don’t know or were rebuffed by, intimidated by or are jealous of. Many women labelled as sluts get this label because they have slept with
There is a beautiful, transcendent clarity that comes immediately with orgasm and endures for only a few seconds afterward. Complete satisfaction. Emptiness, in a pleasant way, of lust, desire, thought even. You don’t think thoughts, you just see naked Truth and Reality. You can see for miles, perceiving things in the gestalt. It’s pure zen.
“Do you like her?” It was my wife, Doris, asking this. We’d just left from visiting her best friend, Kate! I looked at her suspiciously, trying to judge her angle. “She’s your friend!” We’d been ostensibly visiting Kate to cheer her up. Her old boyfriend, Nick, had left town. Not that Kate had been seeing
Eva watched her parents car disappear as it turned the corner. She stepped away from the window and drew the blinds, blocking out the sunlight. Her parents had just left on a weekend getaway to northern Minnesota, leaving her home alone for the next two days. It had taken some pleading because her parents were
Kitten skated home lazily. She wasn’t in any hurry so there was no need to rush. Besides, the plug wedged firmly in her young rectum made vigorous roller-blading unpleasant. She was taking her time, mentally going over her day and allowing the pleasant memories to get her excited. Of course the plug helped a bit
“Were you shocked? I’m surprised,” I tell her, sipping on my coffee in the open air cafe. The waiter has delivered our breakfast with the usual French combination of swagger and groveling, checking her out, enyying me a little. She’s blushing suddenly. Not her usual reaction. “Well, I don’t know if that’s the word, but
Julia looked up from my fresh, tongue cleaned crotch, awaiting instruction. I smiled and extended my hands. She rose, smiling and held them. She was glowing. “Go shower off now. I’m going to order up some coffee and talk to your employer,” I said, gesturing to where I knew the hidden camera was. Julia did
It will be raining today. Heavy clouds can be seen. The man who stood alone waiting has his raincoat under his arm. He was an overweight, middle aged man, his hair already balding and profusely sweating. Impatient, he walked to and fro in front of the building. Five minutes late already…they would pay for it…deeply.
I’m a Dom and for all of you unintiates out there, it means I get off by forcing others to do my sexual bidding. I specialize in submissive women and, over the years, I’ve topped dozens of the most beautiful women in the area. This is a tale of one of the times that I
Jealous? Kathy tickled Christis ribs as they watched Grand Dad and Mrs. Potter prepared for their duel. Exquisitely, dar-ling, Christi purred as she shifted her newly bruised bottom on the leather couch. She snuggled close to Kathy, who responded by putting her head on her beloveds shoulder. The contest was about to begin. Daddy used