Does she know you’re here with me? As I arch and scream, your hand covering my mouth and then tightening around my throat, I wonder. As your other hand grips my hip so hard I know I’ll have a bruise, I wonder. Does she know how you fuck me? You can’t pull her perfect hair, …
Tears streak down my face, wetting the sheets my cheek is pressed into. I’m bound, bound because I begged to be. Hands under my thighs, palms pressed against my quads, rope looping tight around and around my wrist and digging into my hamstrings. My legs spread wide, ankles tied to the bed frame. The gag …
Or conversations about anal sex I’d been thinking about what I wanted to write for this since the topic popped up for this kink of the fortnight. The obvious choice is my first experience with it I finally met a guy on Fet that I’d been talking to for a while. Got the bright idea …
She was on his mind again. Sliding through his thoughts when he was least expecting her to. It was a seed of regret that had bloomed in his gut as he realized what he’d let slip through his fingers. Like a memory that wouldn’t fade, she stayed imprinted on his mind. He missed her. He …
The topic of race comes up often, but you know the one place race isn’t much covered? In kink. At least not how I’d like to see it come up. Life and times have made us all more aware of things like race. The last two years have seen a rise in race relation issues …
I’m a submissive. I know that’s something that most of you know already from my relationship with DomSigns and many stories I’ve written. But I don’t think anyone knows the type of person I am and how it plays off my submission. One of my biggest things is needing approval. I want to please everyone …
She fucking hated the cold. The tag of one of the shirts she had on was digging into her side and she was losing her hold on her suitcase because her gloves didn’t give her good purchase. It was freezing and miserable. She was nearly home. It was her stubbornness that made her walk from …
That first thrust when you’ve been long without cock. The way it pierces, your body reluctant. The way you give, spreading and softening and inviting. When he reaches the end of you, the shivery feeling of acceptance and anticipation of the ease of the next thrust. It’s all pleasure between. Arched backs, overwhelming sensation, being …
It was close to midnight and Lani lay waiting. She was tired, exhausted really, but anticipation kept her eyes open. She was clad only in a tank top and short bottoms without panties like he told her. The waiting was making her achy and wet. The house was silent, the last few guest having departed …
“Kneel.” That urge to obey sent him to his knees. She stepped closer, close enough he could smell her arousal. Then closer still. He fought the urge to lean in to lick her cunt. He didn’t have permission for that. He glanced up at her and then away. Her dark hair was swept over one …