We rose from the couch and kissed, passionately. She was good at it; well, so am I. She immediately reached into my sleep shorts and started groping my swelling cock. I gently pulled her hand away, saying, "There's time for that, my dear. The good thing about making love. versus just having sex, is that there's always time to play, to build the excitement and the intimacy. We can learn about each other. And from each othe...

The door was locked shut behind me. By the flickering light of the fireplace, I beheld my roommate. She spoke. "I will be your slave for the night. Use me in any way you wish. My name is Callista, which means 'most beautiful' in Spanish." Well, I thought, this was going to be an interesting night, as my host had sealed me into these guest quarters at his mansion. Bars on the windows, only one door; apparently, I was in pl...

"I thought vampires were men," I stammered. "With fangs. Who sucked the blood out of your neck. Like Dracula." The beautiful, pale brunette who called herself “The Countess Valencia” smirked. Her face was inches from mine; her eyes were mesmerizing. Her scent was intoxicating. Her presence, powerful. "Blame it on those stupid, male chauvinist Victorians," she said. "When a few idiots caught wind of our little society in t...

I was entranced at the sight of Zelina, the Mystic Cult Queen, writhing and dancing in her glorious nudity around the pumpkin-colored magic dildo mounted on the floor. Bound and stroked by her equally lovely acolytes, my cock rose to attention. The ladies said that at the peak of her arousal, she would impale her luscious pussy upon its massive girth. My erection wavered when they told me that I would be next, and since I...

Lilly was waiting for me when I came home from work, still in the sexy office ensemble she had left the house with in the morning. Only now, she had accessorized it with her favorite single-tailed whip, the one she lovingly called "Black Betty." "I've had a bad day," she softly said. "I can see that," I replied. She was leaning against the kitchen wall, her lovely Asian-American face showing little emotion. The cool, dark...

June 20, 19XX Dear Mother, By the time you get this letter, Ricardo (the amazing man I wrote you about last time) will be my husband. And my lifetime Master. I have included a photograph of me preparing for the wedding. In Ricardo's village up here in the hills, it is traditional for the bride to be naked and shackled in metal and chains. Notice that the rings around my wrists and neck are large enough for me to slip out...

“She’s going to whip us,” Beth whispered to me. We were hanging by our wrists, face to face, in Cynthia’s dungeon. Her mother approached with an evil-looking implement. “You two had your pleasure for the evening,” she purred. “Time to pay the piper.” The black lace domino mask that covered the area around her eyes did not conceal the devilish gleam that flickered in them. It also did not hide the wicked smirk that danced...

“Why don’t I have any water?” I yelled at the man holding a wrench in my backyard. He didn’t respond right away—not that he didn’t have an answer, I assumed, but because he was gawking at my naked body, still lathered up from my interrupted shower. I had just finished soaping up my entire torso in the shower—it’s a bathing ritual I love, letting my expensive, perfumed body soap soak into my wet skin while the water is off...

"I'll be right back, honey. I've got a surprise for you." Before I could express my dismay, Cameron left the bedroom to answer the doorbell that had just rung. I did not see him leave; my blindfold prevented that, and my bondage kept me from removing it. Or even cover my half-naked body. Cameron and I had been dating for three weeks, gotten intimate, but this was to be the first sleepover at his place. Actually, it would...

“I understand you were disappointed in my blowjob skills last week,” Cynthia said, slapping my cock around; I couldn’t stop her, as I was strapped tight to her X-cross. Neither could Beth, bound to a vibrating sex machine. “Let’s try again, shall we?” my lusty mother-in-law asked. The red-headed vixen was referring to our encounter the previous weekend when I found her in a botched self-bondage session on her bed. At her...

Scene 7 – The Beach “Take me now, Drake,” the writhing young blonde pleaded, still stretched out and bound to the heavy plank on which she had suffered all morning long. “I can’t take this bloody teasing anymore. Please! Fuck me right now, this minute!” Verity Mayfair was shackled, spread-eagle on the vertical eight-foot-square bondage board, naked except for a few tiny, tattered scraps of clothing. She was growling and s...

“First off,” said Cynthia, who was in charge of this bondage/sex party, “let’s get cleaned up.” How Beth and I were going to do that with our hands tied behind our backs, I didn’t know. We were already naked, so that was a step in the right direction. As I entered my mother-in-law's secret sex den in her basement for the first time, I saw that I had underestimated the time and money she and her deceased second husband, Ju...

I write for a living. My crime novels sell quite well. I also write erotic BDSM stories, under an alias, that are not nearly as profitable, but do get me invited to some very interesting gatherings, such as the monthly orgies at the Montserrat Manor. These parties are the most extravagant and exclusive in the world, where the brash and beautiful, the rich and risqué, cavort in devilish debauchery. Much of the luxurious ma...

“It’s not a dungeon,” my wife said. “It’s … an erotic playroom.” I chuckled as we drove to her mother’s house. “Beth, it’s a secret, windowless underground chamber where people get tied up, tortured, tormented, and sexed up,” I argued. “It’s a dungeon.” It was early Friday evening, and we were planning to spend the night—and maybe the weekend, if things went well—at my mother-in-law's sumptuous home in the outer suburbs....

“All my mother needs is a good fucking,” my wife Beth had told me the previous night. “I know her: it would put her in a much better mood. Maybe you should volunteer, Chris. Despite the unkind way Cynthia treats you, I think she lusts after you a bit.” I thought about that conversation as I was driving over to my mother-in-law's house on a Saturday afternoon at Beth’s request. It would be the first time that Cynthia and I...