“Tate,” I corrected her. Barb crab walked up the bed and rested her head on my chest. She teased what minimal hair I had. “Tate, Clint; who cares?” She uttered. Clearly, I was just a big cock with a body attached. Barb licked her right long finger, then twirled my erect left nipple. Without pausing, she leaned across my body and sucked the nipple into her mouth. I anticipated her bite, but did not resist. I actually relis...
On the third week, they rolled another three. Not a three for him or for Sarah, but a three altogether. Thomas felt like crying. He could hardly believe it. Already, it had been three entire weeks since he had been locked up in chastity, and the only thing he was able to get was another dry and painful handjob without the slightest hint of relief. His body couldn't take it anymore. Being forced back into his chastity cage...
Staring at you from behind my screen, I wonder how far you will go for me. Wicked smile. Luscious lips. I tease them for you as you strip. Knowing you can't see my face, body covered with modest taste. "Hands behind your back. Hump the table, hump the chair." Watching gleefully, my little toy, I make you dance just for me. Never baring skin for you, but you eat my every word until you reach your peak. Keyboard clacking. F...
An eternity seemed to pass before the next weekend came around again. Sitting at his desk at school, Thomas drummed his fingers absentmindedly against the surface. It was Friday, the last period of the day, and in another thirty minutes or so the bell was due to ring. Mrs. Parkins, their English teacher, droned on at the front of the class. Her chalk squeaked silently across the blackboard, and he tried to tune out the ir...
I sense you Standing behind me Watching and waiting Soft rhythmic breathes I trust you To know my Hunger for your touch On every dewy spot I tense as you Approach me My heart skipping beats Of desperate desire I feel you On my skin Your burning fingertips Igniting carnal whimpers I plead to you Undo my chains Release my blazing lust For your body to contain I crave for you To feed me Your fervid sticky need Make me whole...
Kristen tapped her ID card to the sensor on the side of the subject’s Bureau-issued chastity device. The cage disconnected from its frame with a click, and the subject let out a tremulous breath of anticipation, as Kristen eased the tight wire restraint off of his already dripping cock, allowing the blood to flow in. “Would you look at that?” Kristen sighed, crouching down with her hands on the man’s knees, to watch the a...
It was Friday evening, which meant that the weekend was just around the corner. That meant two long glorious days of no more classes, no more homework, and no more school. Thomas couldn’t ask for anything better. It was a dream come true. Pure unadulterated relaxation, with hardly a single care in the world. Well, save for one other thing. Sure, the weekends were the perfect time to lay back and relax, of waking up late a...
I've been edging in my office for three hours, badly wanting to release tension and sexual frustration. One hand rubbed my pearl while two fingers of my other hand focused on my G-spot because the man I was chatting with denied my orgasm. I'm close to climax and have been begging him to permit me to cum. When he did, I followed and focused, only to be stopped pre-climax by a loud banging on my door. "Sophie, there's an em...
Despite telling ourselves we were organised people, the last-minute scramble before the taxi arrived was happening. Passport locations were being triple-checked and bags were being checked so that they were secured tightly. 'I think that is everything,' I said to Jan. 'Wallets?' she asked. 'Check,' I replied. 'OK. Brilliant. Now it's time to wait for the taxi,' she gleefully exclaimed. Two and a half weeks in Japan was fi...
Parkour is how I broke my neck; to be specific, missing the ledge of a wall. After a stint in the hospital, I got to go home to my own bed in my apartment. My head and neck were held perfectly still by a metal brace that literally screwed into my skull. My injury required me to lie in bed on my back without moving for a full week. After that – for six more weeks – I’d be free to walk around in the Frankensteinian contrapt...
FIRE! That single, shouted word violently altered the trajectory of my day, sending it hurling toward a chaotic tumult. The powers of the universe, allied with Murphy’s Law, sought to undo all my work. Disaster upon calamity struck, repeatedly, and it all began just seconds before “FIRE” was screamed into my ear. With my husband gone, having left early that morning, and the house all to myself for a few hours, I did what...
We were having fun during our fuck night and I had Megan tied spread-eagled to the bed with her arms pulled tight to the bed posts. Her cunt was slippery wet as I slid slowly in and out. I pushed my dick about halfway in and then pull back out. Her pussy was so wet and gaping open that when I pulled my dick completely out, I stayed lined up with her hole and it sucked me back in. It was keeping us both on the edge. “Oh Go...
It wasn't supposed to be this way, but I am so glad that it has worked out like it has. My wife, Jade, is thirty years old. I am Cammron, and I am forty-five years old. Even though I work out regularly and eat right, I must admit that I am slowing down a bit, especially in the bedroom. We have been married for ten years, and, although she doesn't complain, at least not to me, I feel her need for more performance bearing d...
It was another day at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and having just finished their morning inspection, the twenty or so girls of Mr. Wilson’s eighteen-year-old class slowly let their skirts fall back down into place. Then, with their faces burning bright red from the lingering humiliation, they turned to walk back to their desks. In between the silence of the room and the chatter of their chairs, not a sin...
It was morning at the St. Margaret’s Academy for Wayward Girls, and dressed in their standard school uniforms consisting of a simple blazer and a knee length skirt, the twenty or so girls of class 2-1 stared straight ahead as they waited for their usual inspection to begin. It was like this every day before class. Standing silently beside their desks, they shifted nervously in place as their homeroom teacher walked on by...
