Bondage and restriction - Page 184

Once again, I am writing to tell you more about my slutty sexy wife and some of our sexual encounters. I am hoping you read our first stories (Letting a stranger use my wife), so you know a little more about us. Like I said previously, we have had some pretty crazy times

Disclaimer: Doing anything to another without consent is not only wrong, it is evil. But there is a difference between fantasy rape and real rape. Although the following story is fictional, it based around a completely consensual role play indulged in by the author and her Master

Tarnheim Academy, Part 2 Standing naked in Miss Krieger’s office, my mind whirled with emotions hitherto unknown to me. I felt at once both fearful and aroused

Chapter 2 Helena woke up with a scream, reaching up to the ceiling as if to grab a lifeline thrown to her. She was back in her bed but looked around fearfully for Xavier, finding only her concerned roommate. “Are you ok?” “Yeah… I’m ok, just a bad dream

Id just dropped off our son to his nursery when I finalised my plan. I knew what I wanted from my ex, and where she lived. Today, I was going to pay her a visit. I should clarify some things. She and I had broken up almost a year ago

Scarlett stood precariously in his new heeled shoes, eying himself over sceptically in the full-length mirror Mayla had been so kind as to provide him with. She had been so kind as to provide him with a lot of things, actually

It was summer and that meant that school was out and I needed a job to pay for the next bout of tuition in the fall. An advisor recommended that I work in construction as those sorts of gigs tended to pick up in the summer and would help me get a different perspective on major

Dahlia couldn't remember where she was. In fact, she couldn't quite remember what she was doing stark naked in the middle of her dark bedroom. With a muffled groan, she tried to prop herself up on her elbows but only got as far as the groan - she was tied in place

Sitting at the office was getting boring. I shut my computer, sighing, realizing that no one was coming today, I am completely alone, and I still have 2 hours left on the clock. I spin myself around in the chair, only curing my boredom for a moment

This account starts in the second half of 1993. I was a sergeant in the R.A.F. and was based at R.A.F. Henlow in Bedfordshire. I was in my final year before discharge and, as was customary, was taking my turn to run the Sgts Mess bar

Daddy's Sweet PUSSY Cat I looked at Kali then at Cheryl

Chapter 0: Love at first sight "If I was her boyfriend, I would never get bored of her." It was just three years ago that this exact thought entered my mind. The reason for this thought was nothing but half a second of eye contact. I had just started my second year of college

She awoke to a loud banging on her door. She rose from her bed to answer it. She found a messenger boy. "Sir, His Majesty wants you in his briefing room in the next half of the hour." She nodded silently and shooed the boy away. A faint growl pierced her lips

Inside the stifling cellar the afternoon heat had nowhere to go so the walls seemed to perspire the syrup air thick and stale. The undertaker had hooded all three women desensitising them; allowing him time to manipulate each of their sweaty bodies into the positions he like

Lenarta had been idly fingering herself on the bed, as Galifssae and Reesha walked the boy into the chambers. She smiled. She'd been trying to imagine how he'd look, and she was pleased to say that he was even prettier than she'd hoped. The boy looked frightened. That was good

Miranda Wilde. Lance could stare at her for hours. Getting wank material was as easy as opening up an image search and typing her name. She was one of those women who looked amazing no matter what hair style or outfit she was rocking

When Christie awoke she had no idea where she was. Her head was groggy, and as her eyes cracked open slowly, she realised that her head had been bleeding, the dried blood splitting as her eyes opened

The doorbell rings. I am standing at your front door, wearing a not-so-long black coat, that ends suggestively mid-thigh. You invite me in, licking your lips in anticipation

I was walking on the strip at midnight when a van pulled right beside me. I was pulled in, my hands, mouth, and ankles were taped. I struggled a little, but there was a side of me that liked to be handled roughly. I heard the voices of four men in the van

Carla and Sam were determined not to let the spark generated between them that October week end in Carla’s bedroom be the end of their relationship. After their initial encounter in Carla’s bedroom they continued to get together at the Glass’s house almost every week-end