He sat reading a tale on that Valentine’s Eve, When there came a tap, tap on the door. Who could it be? He stood up to see, and Lo and behold, imagine that— A witch with a hawk on her hat! The bird clung to the brim while she swiped at a tear, “Sir, may I come in from the cold?” His heart bled as she cried, So he led her inside, Not a worry of spells or black magick. She settled herself on the rug by the fire, Crackle! Po...

Screeching music deafened me. Wicked darkness blinded me. Indescribable odors irritated my nostrils. I stumbled around disoriented, not knowing which way to turn with the loss of my two most vital senses. My hand squeezed his hand – my only connection in this frightening insanity. Aaron, my boyfriend, was with me. I had no one to blame but myself. This haunted house was my dumb idea. What can I say? Scary shit drenches my...

As I hold my wife's picture, guilt stabs me. What was I thinking?  I repeat my promise to her - to us - that it won't happen again.  Remorse tells me it meant nothing. I swear indifference when she enters my office. Lust, however, rises as her scent fills my nostrils.  Before I know it, my hands open her blouse. Her nipples scream for my touch - my touch!  "Fuck me," she begs, with hands stroking my cock and ego.  As I sl...

Her long fingernail traces the grayscale handcuffs tattooed on my inner forearm. The word 'Free' is inked inside one ring with 'dom' inside the other.  "Baby, you're free with me," she whispers in my ear, making sure her lips connect with my sensitive skin. Click. Drip. Click. Drip. Endorphins fire as the cold steel pinches my skin. I try to jerk my wrists apart, testing the restraints, needing reassurance they are doing...

For this interactive audio fantasy, you will need a dildo or equivalent.  Wear a skirt, a button-front blouse and matching lingerie.  You can be bare-legged or wear stockings or socks, but no pantyhose.  Shoes can be whatever you think is suitable.  You may also want to use the back of a chair to hold on to at some point.----------------------------------------------------------Your Master has come to visit.  You meet him...

"Your painting lacks feeling!" he fussed. "Where's your passion?" "I... I have none," she confessed. Fanning her nipples with a soft brush, he watched their peaks appear. He chose a stiff brush to awaken her clit. Whimpering, she collapsed against him as his fingers released a torrent of passion from her cunt.   "Try again!"  He stood back licking her cum off his fingers as she painted. Long, sensual brush strokes now car...

Do you know those moments when your entire being is pushing you to test the boundaries, chase the excitement, explore these uncharted waters of unprecedented thrill? Let me just tell you that I have an innate talent of, sometimes deliberately, self-sabotaging them. If it is for good reason, you may wonder—maybe a deeper sense of loyalty or overly strict ideas of exemplary principles or any other howsoever-natured virtuous...

When I was nineteen years old, I was living in Miami and going to college down there. My school fund was mostly depleted by my second year and I needed to look for work right away.  So, I applied for several jobs but the one that stood out was at a well-known video store. I figured it would be a lot of fun and a new experience and, oh boy, was I right. I experienced a lot of firsts working there. I killed the interview, b...