It had been a truly shitty day. He parked the car in the driveway and turned the engine off. He stayed in his seat, trying to figure out how to rub this day off his temper. He could come up with two solutions. None of them really held any appeal to him though. Beating the sandbag just wouldn’t do it for him today. He needed more than that. Beating his sex slave might, but then again. Could he hold his temper? He didn’t wa...

Vicky had never been shared before, but her husband Dave, was very keen to see her revel in the hedonistic act of being enjoyed by someone else. Only to watch, not to participate - he just wanted the viewing pleasure. Although she found the idea exciting, and it had added fuel to their lovemaking, Vicky still needed a little bit of convincing. She was willing to try it for him, for them, to turn a new leaf in their relati...

I sat in class and felt Professor Kent’s eyes weighing on me like a pair of boulders pressing on my shoulders. If I could get away with it without drawing more attention to myself, I’d have ducked under my desk for the remainder of the class until he had left. The tension I felt alone was nearly unbearable. What made it worse were the hundred other students piled in their seats to the left, right, and before me, completel...

I just returned from a year at college and a year of study abroad. I’m Joey, twenty years old and had a nineteen-year-old French girlfriend, Yvonne. I hadn’t seen my family in almost two years. My folks have separated, and my eighteen-year-old sister Karen and I were to spend the summer with Mom. My girlfriend Yvonne would spend two weeks with me in a few weeks, and I was looking forward to her visit! As it turned out, ho...

In the near future, the government decides to crack down on crime rates with a unique program. Instead of going to prison, nonviolent offenders are given an opportunity to redeem themselves through service to the community. For the girls who find themselves on the other side of the law, this means having to go through an entire year of denial with a suppression ring attached to their clits to make sure that they aren’t ab...

“Are you sure he is fucking around?” said Anne and dipped a cookie in her coffee. “Pretty much. He comes home all flushed and doesn’t make eye contact when I greet him,” said Denise twirling her wine glass which was half empty, or full depending on how you looked at it, she thought. “Sounds suspicious. Do you have any idea who the other woman is?” “I do in fact, if you can call her a woman. It’s the daughter of our neighb...

It was almost New Year and time for my coming-out party as Henry's little bitch. It had been almost a week since Henry had taken my body with his utterly amazing cock and moved in temporarily with both John and myself. What changes have happened in that week? In our lives! Henry and I slept together every night and we made love every night and morning. My husband John slept in the spare room across the hall, listening to...

You never really know a guy until you know his kinks. I mean, really think about it. We are all sexual creatures, yet we go to such great lengths to cover ourselves. Imagine how our opinions of each other would shift if we all had our search history revealed. If there were no consequences for your actions, what would you do? This story takes place roughly a month after my first encounter with Miguel, that story is on my p...

Vicki went shopping. Her entire wardrobe consisted of two pairs of jeans, two t-shirts, two sweaters, functional underwear and a thick coat borrowed from a friend. Nothing that would do for this. Her insurance company had already assured her that the payout would be significant, so she could afford to splurge. She had some savings in the bank, and this seemed as good an excuse as any to dip into them. She found an attract...

“…traumatised.” Vicki flinched as he said it. Yes, that’s what I am. Traumatised. A silly girl responding to my Knight because I’m ‘traumatised’. She pushed back from him, waiting until he’d finished talking on his radio. “I’m not traumatised,” she said, angrily, as soon as his hand lowered from the button. It was insulting. He’d kissed her back, hadn’t he? Had he been merely placating her? She moved back further, her ang...

His radio crackled. “Gerry, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass down here pronto I’m leaving you up there all night. Do you have any idea what time it is? Becki will have my skin!” Gerry sighed. It had been a long shift, and it wasn’t his fault that the weather had slowed everything down. It was him up here, after all, while that idiot Jack was in the warmth of the portacabin, two hundred feet below. He lowered the...