Feeling akin to a gold miner in the Gold Rush, looking for that nugget among all the sand and pebbles, that nugget when found would make him a rich man. In the right hands, hands familiar with molding one into something else, the nugget dug from the ground becomes more beautiful and then even more
After the unmistakable rumbling of Becky’s van pulling up outside, Andrew strolled to the door and opened it before his guest had a chance to ring the doorbell. He was in his early thirties, well built, and somehow managed to make the early stages of balding look fashionable with his short, spiky hair. “Hi,” he
Raven clung to the pole as if it might offer her vulnerable body some refuge from her Master’s whip. She held tightly to the straps that tied her wrists and pressed the ancient wooden pole with her knees. She closed her eyes as tightly as she could and turned her face away from Coyote. And
P, in a dress that compliments her perfect figure, spent the morning at the cafe on Basel St., working on her laptop while sipping steaming coffee and eating a delicious sandwich. Suddenly, the young waitress who served her placed a folded page in front of her and said – “They asked me to pass it
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,
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)
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.
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
I was 18 and met a girl at a dance. I was staying with my Aunt and Uncle while working on their ranch and often had their house to myself. We went to a movie one night and ended up going to the house. We were on the couch kissing and she let me undo
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.
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
Really, I never had a thought about bondage. Well, a thought, maybe, but it was never good. I’d seen the stuff on screen and it made me angry more than anything. The thought I had was more along the line of what I’d do to the bitch (or bitches) who would try something like that