Hank's chainsaw snoring woke me up - again. I rolled over and looked at him. "Fucking lazy bastard", I thought. "Fucking FAT lazy bastard was more like it . . . " I hopped up and showered. I made coffee, dressed, grabbed my bags, called a cab and made it to the airport in record time. Today I was going to Antioch. It could be worse - I'd spent all of last week in Indianapolis. I'd had a most pleasant diversion there, though . . . Good - there wasn't much of a line this morning and things were moving quickly. I settled into my seat on the plane and closed my eyes. Before I knew it, we'd landed and I was checked into my hotel. I laid down on the bed and spread my legs and shoved a big dildo in and out of my steaming pussy and rubbed my clit until I came in an ... Read More»

Your workout continues, slut...... While you lay helplessly surrounded by hungry flesh, as judge and jury, I look deeply into your eyes and listen carefully to your tone as your words slip effortlessly from your tongue….. "Mistress, I am so ready to serve in any and every way imaginable. Aching to please you, my every orifice cries out to be filled. I cannot escape the fact that I am an insatiable slut, unable and unwilling to do anything but perform for you. I cannot possibly express to you my undying need - please Mistress, any morsel you could throw at me I would eat. Please Mistress - PLEASE continue! You possess me. You own me. Use me in any way you choose - I will serve you without hesitation." "Ah, my toy, these words have such a familiar ring - ... Read More»

I'm restless tonight, terribly restless, my body aching for something I can't have. You're out of town, and although I understand why, I curse you for it in this moment when I want you, need you so keenly. I crawl into the cool sheets of our bed trying to sleep, but that oblivion is elusive. I watch as the hands of the clock creep slowly toward morning I give in to the desire to fantasize, to think of what I'd do with you-- to you if you were here tonight instead of far away in a nameless hotel room. The images form, soft around the edges, warm, liquid, and my body begins to heat. My hand slips down my naked form to find the tender places between my thighs that are aching for your touch, but I pause, an idea forming in my head. It's 1:00 in the morning, but ... Read More»

It was only the second time we'd met, but those first few hours I'd spent with her over coffee had been very revealing. Her eyes were most telling, especially as we discussed the nuances of being obedient...of what I would expect of her. She was new to her submissiveness, so I paid close attention to her as we talked about desires, fantasies...and limits. She would shift quietly in her chair, sometimes asking questions, telling me about herself...her excitement obvious and also visible through the blue t-shirt she wore with her jeans. I was thoroughly aroused myself by the time we left the coffee house, so I walked her to her car, brushed the palms of my hands across her irresistibly hard nipples, and told her I wanted to see her again. With a soft, nervous ... Read More»

She had been writing for a prominent newspaper and was feeling weary and war worn. Her story assignments had taken her to the edge of humanity as she would report on recent stabbings, domestic disputes gone murderous, and your occasional story of redemption involving a gang member finding salvation through some fledgling social program designed to employ and "civilize" its target population. She had little time for herself and no time for a sex life. She ached for respite and yearned for a release. She had truly earned her time off. She sifted through several brochures that had come to her in the mail and found one that stood out. She picked this one, because its heading was in bold black and said, "Paradise Island - where troubles do not exist." She ... Read More»

Marie was continuing being taken deeper into submission by Michael. He had brought out this side of her since meeting at a party. Her wardrobe was being changed, gone the more conservative clothing, instead she was being dressed in, what previously; she would have considered ‘SLUTTY CLOTHES.’ Giving in she allowed herself to be changed, to be used, photographed and to admit she wanted more! How far would Michael go in changing her? Would Marie continue her submission and what would her Husband say when he discovered the truth? As I lay on the bed, in just stockings and suspender belt, my pussy shaved, red and swollen. I wondered what Michael was going to do with the photographs? I hoped he would keep them for us to look at, together. Something at the back of ... Read More»

My boyfriends words reverberated through my mind. "Rachel, why are you so old fashioned and conservative? You are sexy, you should dress to show off a bit. As they say if you have it flaunt it" he would say to me often. I never felt comfortable parading like a slut with my breasts squeezing out of a top too small, or in s short short mini which barely covered my butt or in pants so tight it look like I had my ass painted. I am not sure why I am like this but the truth is I am very sexual and I fantasise about things I would never tell anyone about. They say still waters run deep. Its probably true of me. I seem a prude on the outside but I have some raw, urges deep within me, which I work hard on covering up. Guys like to talk about masturbation but few ... Read More»

There was a huge war going on between two most powerful kingdoms of the medieval period. The Champan and the Sanato Kingdom had been eyeing each other for more than centuries and finally the two super powers clashed on the borders of Champan. Finally after waiting for few centuries, the Sanato declared war against her main rival, tripling whom, would result in total power dominance over the entire region extending from present Russia, crossing over China and India and on the west, extending up to the Atlantic Ocean, that is, everything except the present American region. That area was still not discovered back then. On the first day, the Sanato attacked the border guards by surprise and took over the region with ease, but by now, the news was spread over the ... Read More»

Dear Beth, I wanted to share an experience I had this summer. Over the years I have had my share of wild sexual experiences. Most of these experiences were the result of my never-ending quest for pussy. My addiction to slut pussy is the reason I'm now divorced. My wife busted me fucking a skanky whore I met online. It wasn't the first time. She had given me more chances than I deserved. I had gotten pretty good at covering my tracks, but she hired a private detective to follow me around. He had video of me and one of my whores going into the Motel 6 in Lakewood together on an afternoon I was supposed to be working. Normally I was pretty good at lying my way out of these situations. If all else fails I would just deny that I had done anything. Lynn ... Read More»

I have had a major underwear fetish since I was a boy, and I love to masturbate in my underpants, rubbing my penis through the soft cotton and watching myself in a mirror. I get aroused just looking at men's underwear, and even more turned on watching other guys in their undies. I like all types of underwear, but especially traditional white briefs. The sight of a hot guy in a pair of tighty whities always gives me an erection, especially if they fit snugly over his butt and have a nice bulge in the front. I have stolen other guys briefs several times, and like to rub them over my face as I play with myself, or parade around my bedroom wearing them and jacking off in them. I am bi but until recently had never had any real sexual experiences with another man, ... Read More»

his is about the first time I ate another man's cum from my wife's pussy. This happened a few years into our playing around. It was a normal Friday night and the wife wants to go out to the bar and I have to be at work on Saturday morning. I'm at my normal post, at home watching the kids and she's out having fun. And like every night that she is out I go to bed alone wondering what she is doing and wake up at closing time (1:00). 30 minutes or so after she should be home I realize that she is fucking someone, and that nervous, anxious feeling I get every time comes around, so I lay there and watch the clock and try to sleep. Finally at 2:45 she walks in the door and I pretend to be asleep. She pulls off her shirt and jeans and climbs into bed, kisses my ... Read More»

He opened his bag and started to unpack. He hadn't been away long so there wasn't much. Before long he was at the bottom, only the small bits and pieces remained, then his fingertips brushed against satin. He smiled as he remembered the last time they had felt it. It was only last night, in the car before they had parted. He didn't take it out of the bag straight away, blindly savouring the feel of the satin. He closed his eyes and smiled, in his mind his fingers found that damp material between her legs and brushed lightly over it. He could hear her moan with pleasure as she had when his fingers had rubbed over that satin and his lips had tasted hers. He opened his eyes and lifted it out of the bag. It was as he had thought... her black satin thong! She must ... Read More»

Take me. Take control of me…. After I am naked you lay me down on the huge four-poster. You take a smooth, silky, emerald green scarf and tie my wrists together. Holding my arms above my head, you whisper to me, “Submit.” “No,” I say defiantly. I am in an uncooperative mood this evening. You kiss me gently on the nose and say, “You’re in no position to deny me anything. You will submit to me–willingly or unwillingly.” “Ha!” I snort. “Make me.” You grin wickedly. “If you say so, m’dear.” And then your teasing, tickling tongue is at my throat, licking and flicking over the tender, pulsing artery just underneath my skin. Then your teeth, nibbling gently–then a little rougher. I suppress a groan, try to keep my hips still. Your cock is hard, poking ... Read More»

Gabe had been a bit apprehensive about calling in the refill on his prescription. He'd endured the embarrassing doctor's visit when he first got the prescription and then endured picking it up at the pharmacy. Fortunately, back then, an older man like himself was working behind the counter when he picked up the pills. He wasn't sure how he would react if some eighteen or nineteen year old kid handled the transaction. He dialed the phone and then breathed a sigh of relief when the answering machine mention their dial in refill service. He held on the phone while listening to some Spanish before he heard the English phrase, "For prescription refills press one." Gabe immediately pressed one and then listened while the phone rang. "Damn, now I bet I'll have to ... Read More»

The story of the successul aiteration of a good looking youn man into a stunning, talented, ultra feminine boy/girl John was about to learn obedience in the strietbatt sense of the word. his whole life style was about to be changed, The rather alightly built, pretty boy of 17 was to become Julie, a boy/girl, changed mentally and physically to perform as a girl, It all started when he was approached one day by a rather captivating young lady who having Introduced herself quickly won him over to her confidence. They subsequently had several dates and wasn\'t he falling in love with Carol? One day Carol said they had been invited to a costume party and all boys were to come dressed as girls! "It would be so much fun to dress you up, please do it." In the end ... Read More»