“Come in why don’t you?” Unsure what reaction to expect, Charlie tentatively enters the luxurious dressing room on wheels – its occupant’s waspish reputation precedes her. “Something needs fixing?” “Took your time. Dam electrics have gone south.” “Thought it was Devamı…
CHAPTER NINE Soft kisses woke me. I opened my eyes and focused on Arlene. “Are you going to torture me some more?” I asked. She giggled softly and said, “no my love, that’s over, but we have you restrained until Devamı…
Disclaimer:- This is my first foray into the world of bondage and discipline. BDSM has never been an interest of mine, but I thought I would give it a go. Also, I neither condone or promote the use of substances Devamı…
Welcome to Seeds of Hope Semen Extraction. I trust it wasn’t hard to get here, or to find us. A lot of people seem to overlook the turn off, even if they’ve been coming here a long time. Oh, you Devamı…
I take claire to a local park, where she has anonymous sex.. ~~~~~~~~~~ This is primarily a work of fiction. Every thing that happens here to claire happens only in my imagination. This is a world in which there are Devamı…
BDSMish, husband and wife build and test their own sex toys. Bit of loving couple, mixed with a high pain tolerance. Wrapped in thick leather cuffs, My beloved wife hung from her wrists in our candle lit basement. Her hands Devamı…
Everything written below is based on a real events. Names changed for obvious reason.. “Blue Balls or a Ruined Orgasm?” “What?” “I asked if you wanted me to give you blue balls today, or should I spoil your orgasm for Devamı…
I was woken up in the morning by a bang on my cage. It startled me and I shot up at the sound. Miss Lauren was standing above me with the same cruel look from the night before. “Here you Devamı…
Introduction — This is the second installment to our story. After the first chapter had been submitted, I decided our real life relationship is far more enjoyable to write about than some fictitious characters. The events as they unfold in Devamı…
A large reason that I married my wife Michelle, was her mother. At 47, my mother in law, Helen, was gorgeous-green eyes, thin and always made up and dressed to kill. But I didn’t develop a crush on her until Devamı…