I thoroughly enjoy masturbation, engaging in the activity at least two to three times daily. I swore it was going to fall off from being jerked so much. Needless to say, sex became a preoccupation of my every waking moment. Be real—a male doesn't spend half his life thinking of food and the other half thinking of sex. I had a routine where I would get home from and head to my room to relax, which of course required a rela...

Upon moving to a new city, I found a room to rent from a friend of my mother’s. They were empty nesters. I would have the basement that overlooked a lake to myself. It was gonna be perfect. Janet was a sweet woman, in her sixties but still attractive. The husband was always traveling, and I heard he was kind of a dick. I arrived early in the afternoon, and Janet showed me around. She apologized that her husband was not he...

“I want to hear stories about what you’ve made her do,” Alex says, her voice full of glee again. “Should we make her stand in the corner while I tell you?” you suggest. “Yes! Or… would it be more embarrassing to make her kneel, and put her forearms on the ground? That way her slutty tits will hang there, all aching and lonely, and she’ll have to stick her naughty whore ass up in the air, waiting to be spanked…” With a chu...

Turning to my computer, I see that there are about four minutes left on the porn video. I’m tempted to turn it off and fix my clothes right away, but I worry that Alex will come back to make sure I’m behaving, so I sit there as instructed: tits and ass on display, gripping the sides of my chair in a deeply frustrating effort to not play with myself. It isn’t easy, especially when the boss in the video ties his secretary’s...

Squirming in my desk chair, my mind is far from work. Instead, it’s consumed by thoughts of you from earlier that morning. First, you’d casually suggested I wear a thong, miniskirt, and fuck-me boots. I of course obliged you, adding a tight, cozy sweater with a scoop-neck that stopped just shy of showing off my cleavage. Seeing my outfit, you’d wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to you, kissing me deeply… passio...

“Hey, can I take that bag for you?” Sasha smiled at the sound of the familiar voice behind her. Struggling with her heavy backpack she turned to see Steve's' cheerful face as he stepped forward to take the load from her hands. Grateful, she let go of the wide handle as he shouldered the burden. Flexing her fingers, she welcomed the reprieve from her cargo. “Oh, I hate this thing,” she said gesturing to her pack. “It is GO...

The table was wood. Solid, sturdy, immobile. The gloves were silk. Black, long, and sheer. The chains resting on the table were polished steel, with small clamps on each end. The room was dark, with no windows. Only a single light shone from the ceiling overhead. It was, all in all, a dungeon, yet somehow it felt warm and inviting. As unfamiliar as it were, it was a room where she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged....

I am in my early thirties and have a relationship. I visit my aunt once a year down south just as a vacation. This trip was by far the craziest. Back when I was in my late teens, I used to visit her just to run amuck and party without consequence. She drank with me occasionally and has a wild side, especially since she caught her husband cheating. She's a bigger beautiful woman, about six feet tall, with a gorgeous face f...

“I’ll get us in,” he murmured in his smooth French accent as a sly grin curled around his lips. The streets were completely empty at this time of night, but I could see a throng of expensively dressed elite through the gilded fence, laughter swimming from their lips between sips of their elaborate cocktails. Towering over Xavier, the security guard stood tall and firm. He eyed my less-than-chic jeans, white T-shirt and pl...

"We need to talk. Like, right now.” I sweep into the room before you have time to respond. You have no idea what I am talking about. Well, maybe you do. Last week after the bar… When we’d both gotten considerably too drunk for our own good. The rest of that night is a blur of ripping clothes off and dirty talk and Lord only knows what other sinful activities. But that was two weeks ago, and since then I have refused to ev...

A dream is sliding away, one you can't remember, but you must have been enjoying it because your panties are soaked. Your nipples are hard to the point of pain, straining against your tank top in the breeze from the ceiling fan. Your breathing is heavy, loud in the dark, and it turns you on even more. You are tangled in the sheets, a pillow between your knees, as always. You tighten your thighs and begin to rock against i...