I’m kneeling on the floor. Naked. Only my stiletto heels are still on my feet as if I’m just another whore. My wrists are tied and fastened to a leather collar around my neck, so I have to keep my arms up, and I’ve a gag ball in my mouth. And I’m forced t...
I was lying on Ingrid’s couch, completely exhausted with sexual and emotional tension. I had wanted to go home, but it had been too late to catch the bus, so Ingrid allowed me to stay overnight. After reminding me, with a naughty grin, “But please don’t f...
I had been thinking about it and reached a decision. It was high time to bed Ingrid. I knew her for some time now, and the thought of her haunted me continuously. Oh, oh, oh, what a beautiful chick she was! Tall and blonde; a slender neck (she usually wea...
Jan had come to visit me. And as always he couldn’t keep his eyes off me, and yet he did nothing. I had met him at a dancing school, and soon it became clear to me he was in love with me … or at least desired me intensely. But he never did anything at all...
He was visiting Ingrid, and as always his longing for her almost constricted his throat. He was not an Adonis, but not ugly either, and he had never had much trouble to find women to make love with.But Ingrid was quite a different proposition. She was a b...
