The knife against my skin was both frightening and oddly thrilling. I guess I should tell you how I got into this predicament. Let me first introduce myself, my name is Vala, yes its short for something but having to explain my parents' fascination with oranges is not something I like going into, so it’s just Vala, Val for short. Physically I am un-remarkable. I mean average height, average weight, average shape, mousy-br...

They say write about what you know. I know sex. I think in sex most of the day. I thought I knew most of what there was to know about sex, exploration in sex and experimentation. I was wrong! Not long after I had moved in with my other half, we very quickly began to discover a whole new intriguing world together. We couldn’t even recall, if we wanted to, how we got to that path. But a naughty playful spank over the kitche...

Please, I whisper. Hair, dripping with sweat, sticks to my face. Voice, hoarse from screaming, longs for his warm cum to coat my aching throat. Nipples, stressed from being pinched, bitten, and sucked, squeal for ice cubes to be pressed against them. Wrists, raw from wriggling against my restraints, beg for freedom as hands need to clutch something. Ass, stinging from being spanked by his hand, pounded by his paddle, and...

I shifted slightly, and the man sitting opposite me looked on hungrily as my legs were momentarily exposed. Looking quickly away, I wrapped my sensible camel coat around me as the bus lumbered on.  What the hell was I doing?  - - - - - -  Two weeks earlier, having spent yet another dull meeting in an unsatisfying daydream, I opened up a private browser and logged onto a website for the first time. A website very different...

Reina Kelly considered herself a lucky woman. She had a great job, a beautiful home, and a boyfriend, one who doubled as her boss, whom she adored. He was not an easy man to love, but since he truly did love her back, Reina felt the effort she put into their relationship was worth it. Chad Stephens considered himself a lucky man. He had his own company that was doing well, a fabulous home, and the most amazing girlfriend....

Chad was disappointed that Reina didn’t spend the night last night, but he understood that she wanted time to prepare for today. He looked at his calendar and noticed that Karena had blocked out the entire afternoon for the three of them. He couldn’t help the hardness growing in his pants as he imagined his woman and his best friend touching each other. The morning was going to drag on, he laughed to himself. Karena had b...

Chad looked at Reina and smiled. God, she was so beautiful and for the next several hours, all his. For a split second, he wanted to just call the whole thing off and take her back to his place and just make love to her. But that wouldn’t be fair to Reina. She’d clearly taken the time to prepare for Task 12, and at this point she would probably be pissed off or disappointed if he didn’t give her the chance to complete the...

She's so fucking beautiful, amber eyes wild as she struggles naked on her marital bed against the silk scarf that secures her wrists. Her breath snorts hot against the hand I've clamped across her mouth, the phone in my other. The call connects. "Oh hi, this is Leah's... husband." I flick my gaze down to meet hers, flashing with anger. "Sorry to bother you so early, but she won't be coming into work today." I listen a mom...

The advert was simple. Retired Deputy Headmistress seeks naughty 'boys' for punishment. The Headmaster may be called upon for those in need of severe treatment. A brief exchange of emails and a date was arranged. It was a good hour’s drive, and on arrival, I was bemused to find that it was indeed the old school house where the headmaster would have lived when the school had been open. An attractive lady in her late sixtie...

The cuffs around my wrists rattled against the bedframe as her fingernails traced from the inside of my elbows to armpits, lighting up everything in their wake. She moved inward to circle my nipples with the pad of her digits, the ache in my raging cock an incessant reminder of how much I wanted her. Of what I'd do to her when released. She swished a curtain of mahogany hair over my torso and I shivered. It pooled on my a...

The whispers precede her down the hall. As Billie approaches, many turn their backs. Like that even matters. Why do small-minded people think their disapproval is such a potent weapon? Slut. Skank. Whore. Bitch! Did they think she hadn’t been called those things before? Behind her, there was laughter. She didn’t have to hear the comments to know they weren’t funny. It wasn’t that kind of laughing. But that was okay. She k...

Flipping through channels with nothing to watch, I lay sprawled out on the couch in Jack’s living room. He was my dom and while we had plenty of incredible sex, I was starting to need even more lately. He hadn’t shown me much attention all day and I was beginning to get frustrated as the night got later and I got hornier. Earlier in the week, he had hinted at a surprise for the weekend but Saturday night was winding to a...

Arriving in Ireland for a wedding, I was a little nervous. It was my first experience of my man’s family en-masse; most, I’d never met before. He’d told me everything would be fine, but that didn’t really help. Pulling up at the hotel, I felt rather out of my depth. You know that feeling when you sit on a high stool and can swing your feet like a child? How it makes you feel small and a little giddy, I felt like that with...

He wakes spooning her with his nose buried in her hair, smelling the scent of her shampoo that lingers in her thick auburn curls. Inhaling deeply, he never tires of her. Raising his head to check the time, the room is oozing with the smell of their sex they had hours before. Her naked sexy ass blocks the view of the clock. Their small bedroom has touches of both of them. Pink replica Venetian masks adorn the wall above hi...

The cold wind howls against this wintery night. The beautiful wreaths adorn the street lamps with their festive cheer. Even with the nights icy chill, people mill about searching for the perfect gift. Not my master though, he’s given me the most spectacular gift this evening.   I can hear the warm crackle of the fireplace, feeling its soft caress against my bare skin. A delicate black hood eclipses my face. I reach out fo...