"Glo-o-oh!-o-o-o Oooh!-o-o-o-o- O-o-o-oooh!-o- Oooooh! -o-o- Oooooooooh!!!!! O-ria Hosannas in excelsis"It was Christmas Eve, and I had a date for the evening. What better place for a staunch atheist to go on a date than St Patricks Cathedral on 5th Avenue for the Xmas Eve Service, to celebrate the birth of their God by a young girl that he fucked himself and left to be raised by a cuckold? And had recently been wrapped u...

Your skin tingles As your circulation returnsFlushing red Pushing rows of tiny scarlet pearlsThrough pin holesI lift your blindfold To allow you to seeThe rows of red. Your eyes sparkleTears fall silentlyAnd your smile lights the day. "Please Sir," you say through broken voice,"Please Sir.."And you beg me, you plead with me,To fuck you. To fill you. To use you as my play thingMy toy. ButI know you wellI know I can push yo...

Your breath Halting - I sense an Undercurrent of panic "Trust," I whisper Loud enough to get through The beating Beating! Beating!!! Of your pulse I watch as the command Sinks Sinks Sinks in And you relax Serenity floating Slowly I unwind the floss From your throat Lessening the pressure Your trust Implicit It pleases me greatly to see Such trust Your life in my hands My self worth in yours Your breath returns in short ga...

I push your head down,Tilting your handsBehind your backUp in the air. The dental floss winds and binds,Around and around yourHands and forearms. Squeezing your fleshInto ridges and valleysOnly really bitingWhen you flex. I pull you back up by the hairAnd whisper, "Fight it, sub.Try to release yourself from my bonds."You strain to no avail. Only leaving thin red bandsRunning down your armsAnd tears running fromUnder your...

Kneel for me, my sub. Look me in the eyeAs I tower above yourSubservience. I can see the adorationThe desire, the need to serve me. You look so beautifulIn your trusting positionEyes wide openIn supplication and awe. Newly showered and shaved,Skin so soft and smooth. Curves and shadows,Peaks and valleys,Such exquisite highlights. I circle you slowlyBreathing in your delicious clean scent,Watching the rise and fallOf your...

"I saw you looking at him across the room, that Russell. Lust in your eyes just like you used to look at me," I said, calmly, matter-of-fact as we walked into the bedroom of our hotel suite. I placed the half finished bottle of Dom Perignon on my bedside cabinet. "And?" you asked. "What of it? He looks like you did twenty years ago. Fit, toned, handsome." "Are you suggesting that I'm none of those any more?" I asked, turn...

Holy shit!I've licked her and rubbed herAnd I know she's not the smallest girlBut even soI can get my fucking hand up there !Possibly the other one tooAnd maybe even clap!But I'm not going to tryJust in case I can.And it's scary enough as it is.What the hellDoes she expectFor an encore?Bet she's never even heardOf Kegel or pelvic floors.StillWhateverOn with the Mac!

My first timeA threesome Camera rollingFor public and pubic displayIn five second burstsOn TumblrTwo cocksOne pussy and various holesShe's told us exactlyWhat she wants us to do -Virtually everything except painAnything goesLighting perfectSplendid absPlucked and oiledAnd 'Action!'Down on her kneesServicing us bothHands and tongueWorking in timeMy first spit-roastFucking her cunt as he fills her throatDeliciously wetAt bo...

Sir Vincent arrived at the private airfield attached to San Francisco International Airport in, as he himself would describe it, a cunt of a bad mood. The weather was far too hot for him, and he had a hangover that he couldn't shake. A tequila hangover of all things. He hadn't had a night on the slammers since his university days. And now he remembered why. He clambered out of the back of the town car, closely followed by...

Prologue :- Sir stands quietly in the cool corridor, watching from the doorway, careful not to breathe too loudly.sub lays on the bed, naked, as he watches, her eyes closed, a peaceful smile on her face.The sun beams in the windows, a bright early summer warmth across her thighs, stomach and full breasts.Sirs voyeuristic streak prevents him from knocking on the door.Her hand moves slowly , tracing the outline of the shado...

I run my fingers through your hair,Eye to eye, soul to soul. 'Take off your mask' you say,Calling me by a name; foreign. But I can notFor the mask is me. Without,Who am I?Only a man. And less than you need,So I choose to remain A mystery. 'Je veux un baiser,'You breathe. Soft and warm. Inviting a kiss. Your eyes, your mouth,Your neck, The sensitive skinOf your collar bone. 'Non - plus bas. Sans les mains.'As I descend, ki...

I know my place. You've played this game before,You know how far the chains strainWithout breaking. Without allowing me to touch youAs you squirm seductively on the red chaise. Without bringing youWithin my reach.Please please please,Let me play.My nerves jangle as I watch. Mute. Gagged. Arms and legs strapped To a wooden chair. You hold me back in placeWith just one sharp glanceAs your hands move slowlyAcross your body....

I get into your head. I know that I do. I got you lusting for meWhen you don't want to. I got you mesmerisedGot you straining at the leashI got you down on the floorAnd begging me please. I get into your headCos you know I'm thinking of you.You got those sweet butterfliesTelling you what I'd do.Tying and floggingAnd clamping - oh my!!When you dream those dreamsYour soul begs to fly. I get into your headAnd you can only ob...

For my beloved Shailja,Lest the mists of timeShould assail our memories,Of the best night of my life. My friend, my Goddess,My delight, my teacher. My Nubian Princess,And from tonight, finally,On the day that we are joined as one,My lover. Three moons I have waited.Three moons worth of confusion,Uncertainty and dawning realisationOf who I really am,And who I can aspire to beAt your side. A discovery of myselfThat I never...

Your skinGlisteningSo smooth and soft. You moan as IBreathe gently on your moist lipsYour thighs tenseAs my lips hover a centimetre away from Contact With yoursTeasingMy fingers openYour honey coated petalsThe heady aroma inviting meTo feast -Your squealUrging urgencyI am a glutton for youYour tasteDivineYour head tilts backEyes closedYour knees grip me And you hold on tight to the sheetsWriting words with my tongueThat o...