Awe-inspiring and terrifying, the black, leather paddle in my hand was a masterpiece of erotic art. Several layers of stiff leather were double-stitched together, creating a stratified veneer of punishment. Flowery, Gothic lettering spelled out “SLAVE” in backward lettering on one side, the indented text sure to leave the swollen, red prose on my victim’s flesh. The obverse side was quilted, a lush, deep red velvet to pro...

I double-check the email and put on the baby pink ones with white lace trim. I work up a sweat in the gym: exercise bike, running, and the rowing machine. Back home, legs spread, I run the vibe over my pantie-covered clit whilst watching porn. I throw my head back and let the orgasm flow out of me, soaking the flimsy fabric. I take a souvenir picture of my spread legs framing the wet patch on the panties. I slip them off,...

As I walked the distance between our two houses, the implications of what I’d just done struck me like a bolt of shame-filled, slutty lightning. John and I had discussed sexual fantasies before, but it was usually him talking about all the nasty, dirty things he wanted me to do, or have done to him. I was much too embarrassed to voice any of my real fantasies. John was big into sexual humiliation and, without even really...

“You’re wearing red, aren't you?” She nods. Unbuttoning her jeans to show him. “You know red and white is my favourite combination.” Bill’s hand is in his shorts, already wanking his cock. She slides down her jeans and stretches her panties out so he can see her mound and the triangle of stretched cotton. He wanks his cock faster until, with a groan, he spurts three loads of creamy white cum into the crotch of her red pan...

After that slap across the face, I figured that was the last of my flings with my Mom. I still enjoyed looking at that hot ass of hers and dreaming about what might have been. Over the years, I'd developed a habit of snatching her used panties from the hamper and using them as the catalyst for some great whack off sessions. Sometimes, I'd wear them over my head with the gusset directly over my nose, just dreaming that I w...

I wasn’t looking for companionship. In fact, I was tired from a long day helping a team at a famous cancer hospital revamp the material and information flow of their diagnostic testing department. But when I saw her sitting at a tall table by the fire, I was intrigued. I think it was her beautiful, long, grey hair. She sat straight and proud, her hair hanging down almost to her waist, holding a cup of tea between her hand...

I was quietly wandering around my neighbour’s room again. Justine’s parents were away from Christmas until well into the New Year. They were rich enough to be able to do things like that. Justine wasn’t away – but she was at work, which gave me time enough to do the things that I loved to do; the things that I needed to do. I had a new sexual habit which meant I needed everybody out of that house. I wanted to indulge myse...

It was a sultry summer night but it wasn’t the muggy air that was making me hot. It was my clothes. I’d felt the urge to dress up in a very sexy outfit. My preparations had started much earlier in the day, and they had been thorough: my whole body was clean and smooth, shaved so that there was not the slightest hint of hair anywhere other than on my head. My heart thumped wildly as I made my selection: a schoolgirl gym sk...