On Saturdays I like to go to the city to shop for all the essentials; specifically shoes. Christen Louboutin black patent leather pumps to be precise. Truth be told, I love to get pumped while wearing these pumps. It’s just so sexy to me and heightens my orgasms. I believe every woman deserve heightened, intense…
Sammy was a slut and proud of it. She could often be seen flouncing around her high school in a revealing miniskirt or a pair of short shorts so small the seam was often soaked with pussy juice by the end of classes. She always wore skintight shirts that showed off her perky, round breasts….
I’ve always had a strong sexual appetite, I can never get enough. I met my husband five years ago; we married a little over three years ago. The downside is, my husband is a truck driver, and is away a lot. I’ve always been the faithful type. I may love sex, but I don’t condone…
As soon as I read Matt’s text message about getting ready, I put myself into action. Not sure exactly what he meant by “more to follow”, I decided to stay ahead of the curve and get everything done sooner rather than later. I changed the sheets as instructed, showered and shaved, and cleaned our home…
For those of you who haven’t read my prior stories, I’ll give you a bit of a back story. My husband Matt and I have been married for a few years now and things were getting overwhelmingly stale. I couldn’t take it anymore and on one drunken night decided to turn up the heat with…
Zachary checked himself in the mirror and straightened the cuff links of his crisp white suit shirt. He thought he was due for a bit of a hair cut, his salt and pepper hair was just beginning to curl to his ears. His custom fitted charcoal grey suit jacket hung perfectly from his broad shoulders,…
Just one word, one small word. Yet more powerful than all others. The word that you speak to me. To make me feel safe. The word that you whisper to me. While we make love. The word that you command me with. When you own me completely. This word that can bring me to my…
Slowly I comb my fingers through your beard Watch your eyes flutter Before I tug you closer by the fur Your breath shudders The demeanor of your face melting  shifting Into a submissive state I promise to be gentle You are beautifully afraid These hands will not cause too much pain My good Boy is…
You try to hang on to your control. I can see it in your eyes: The urge to just take, To claim what is rightfully yours. Your piercing blue eyes deepen As I see you clenching your fists. You don’t want to wait, Your patience with me is running thin. I keep teasing, I keep…
The day in our Mayan village started normally. The abundant colors moving about and doing the tasks given to them. Many tried to remain calm, knowing that it was a mere eight days until the deciding day of the 21st.I tugged at my huipil, the traditional clothing us girls had still worn in this modern…
“Do you trust me?” You look confused as you stand in front of me in the room. “Trust you? What do you mean?” I smile. “I wouldn’t hurt you. I just want to try… something.” “What?” My grin widens. “I want to see how… good… I can make you feel. If you ask me to…
“Master….” I look up at him through my eye lashes. We’re in bed; he’s arms around me holding me close. My move my gaze down quickly down, knowing I have something to confess. “Yes, pet. What is it?” Jamie who has been my Master for about a little over a year looks down at me,…
If I hurried, I had time to drive home, take a quick shower, get dressed and still not be late for my dinner date with Jason. He was working late, so he would be meeting me at the restaurant. Since I knew he wouldn’t be stopping home first, it gave me time to get my…
This is the third part of Robert and Juliana’s “Parisian Surprise”, written in collaboration with Alphamagus. To best understand the story, we suggest that you read the preceding two parts before reading this one, but this story may be enjoyed on its own. Robert and Juliana have already had some sexual adventures on their flight…
I’m blindfolded, lying completely naked on the bed. My wrists are cuffed to the top of the bed posts, spread wide. My ankles are cuffed to the foot board posts. I’m laying there on the bed in a giant X. I have a ball gag in my mouth. I can’t talk, though I can mumble…