A story about consensual bondage

It was a magnificent old oak desk. Massive, polished wood touched the ground on three sides, with drawers built into each side of the back. It was a huge desk. Large enough to fit a person underneath comfortably. He had noticed this when he first bought the desk. A few modifications later and it was

Stud Rape

The day started out as it usually does. I rolled out of bed, showered, drank a cup of coffee and off to work I went. Although my job is boring, I felt secretly excited. Under my no-nonsense business suit, bunned hair and slight frown, lurked a sensual woman clad in sexy underthings. Shivers went through