IVY An hour had passed since Hope had handcuffed herself to the frame of her bed, and the absurdity of it all made me giggle. Who would have thought that my shy, little roommate, who barely spoke, was into bondage? I found her pleasant enough, but I knew very little about her since she had seemed to find it difficult to open up, and then all of a sudden, this weekend had changed that completely. Watching her body move slo...

An awkward silence filled the room and I wasn't sure I could answer Ivy's question even if I weren't wearing the gag. She looked around the room, taking in the clamps on my nipples, the vibrator, the flickering, scented candles, and the key dangling from the headboard within reach of my cuffed hands. "You did this yourself? This is quite the effort." Ivy sounded impressed as she looked me over incredulously. I'd never eve...

Violet Voyeur Part One I watch as my neighbor gazes in shock at my naked body through the window. I had just gotten out of the shower, hair matted, water dripping down my smooth skin, with nothing but a towel around my shoulders. I enjoy the sensation of the shower head massaging the tip of my cock, and had just finished pleasuring myself. I stand in my bedroom nude with hot, steam coming off my chest. My dick is still th...

I took the elevator to find Livia standing naked at her door; I wondered how she would have reacted if it was someone other than me. Then again, with the price she paid for this place, she probably would have known it was only me coming up. Livia told me to leave the cleaning for later and led me directly into her bedroom. The room was larger than my bedroom, with a grand four-poster bed and a complete blackout blind. The...

London. A city that, on the outside, was one of the most celebrated and visited cities in the world. Its history spanned nearly two millennia. The old mixed with the modern, London boasted some of the most photographed locations by tourists worldwide. For me, the London they saw was just an illusion. The divide between the wealthy and the poor was vast, although subtly hidden by London's grandeur. It was rare to see the p...

Prologue Davin and Carly became best friends in middle school, transitioned into high school sweethearts to nobody’s surprise; never being apart for more than a few days until college, realized they were sole mates during his first year. If it hadn’t been for Davin being one month older, they would have graduated high school together and could have avoided the only six-month separation they were forced to endure. It may h...

Part 1 Leaning up against the doorjamb, I peered at her packing up her filled suitcase. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at the airport?” I questioned. “No, Scott is going to pick me up, I already told you,” she replied, placing a sheer cover-up into the case. Scott was my best friend, whom I had met in college, and was quite the free spirit. He was a nudist, or at least was quite comfortable being in the b...

Our house is in a sub-division on a terraced hillside; we have a decent sized deck on the backside of the house with a nice view of the canyon below us. The opportunity to observe the backyards of the street below us complements our voyeuristic tendencies nicely. Why is it always the case that your air conditioning decides to stop working on a Saturday, and the hottest day of the season? Good luck finding a mechanic willi...

We have gone to Vegas to celebrate your birthday, so the day's focus is going to be all about you and fulfilling whatever fantasy of yours that we can. We have bought you some new lingerie for the trip, a red matched set of seamless bra and cheeky panties, a new pair of thigh-high hose and a red garter belt. I watch as you are putting them on in our room while getting ready for the show that we have tickets to; you have c...

Glass wool and gypsum plasterboard defiantly stood in the gap between our auditory perception and her raucous moans, the rhythmic knocking of their headboard against our shared bedroom wall divulging a battle of wills being fought, of which my son was rightfully losing. There was a war waging in the dead of night as my wife and I pretended to sleep in a California king bed that had become little more than a souvenir of an...

My first exploit of note happened days after my sixteenth birthday. My lover George took me away for a weekend at Halloween. We went to a pub on Dartmoor, a proper spooky place. We had a lovely meal and spent the evening in the bar; George knew a few people there, and at about half ten, we retired to the room. It was a change to be just the two of us as my friend Angela was part of our group, and we shared George, but her...