The cab dropped me off at the bar, and it looked just like its name and online description had suggested. It was the prototypical sports bar, kind of dim inside with a constant input of sound from the ubiquitous television screens. The wait staff were dressed in a uniform of tight black short shorts and even tighter black-and-white striped tops with deeply plunging necklines. It was nearly impossible not to be distracted...
With every beat of my heart I am reminded of the privilege it is to hold her trust to guide her with a firm yet tender hand For in her submission I finds the deepest fulfilment in knowing that she is mine ~ Her surrender submission commitment Her oh so sweet addiction ~ She has the aroma of soft dreams with the aftertaste of deepest darkest midnight lust ~ Clad only in her gleaming black mask She becomes my feral temptres...
With the high of my orgasm fading quickly, I felt the feeling of helplessness, humiliation and fear building. My cock, now fully softened and small, felt strange and silly trapped above the hem of my panties. I looked around the room, but there was nothing to give me much input or information. My time with Mallory had been so intense that I had lost track of any sense of time, and I was beginning to worry just how late in...
Laura always got excited when Auntie undressed her. Each undone button meant pleasure to come. Uncle held the camera while Auntie unbuttoned her black blouse. Each button undone meant a slap around the face for Laura. She had got used to it. "Have you been a bad girl?" Laura smiled. Don't smile at me, you little minx. Another slap. "Now turn round," Auntie instructed. Laura obeyed. Auntie undid her bra and - the first mom...
Lights flashed and music boomed out of the speakers, impelling everyone to move. The floor was awash with pumping arms, flailing legs and bouncing bodies. The dancing was wild. Felicity was screaming, hands waving wildly to the rave music, the beat forcing us to leap and twirl, sweat flying in all directions. Between us was Owen – the object of our combined desire that night; a third-year History student, star rugby playe...
When I got back from Boston, I let Justin know. I was his wife when I was home, but when I was on trips, I wasn’t. “I’m your wife when I’m home. That’s when you can ask me about what I’m doing and where I’ve been. When I’m on a trip, I’m not. And like when I was in Boston, I don’t want you asking questions.” I looked at him hard and said, “When I’m away from home, I’m single, and you can imagine what I’m doing, but I’m no...
I play the whore for Him alone Alluring magnetic to His bone Tease me Please me Then release me Feast on me with hungry teeth bite down hard then chew me sweet I lay still always obey enjoy your play Your piano fingers nimbly play on my wet keys Compose me an eternal masterpiece Out of the resonance of you and me Conduct me strict with your baton Make me sing And make me moan set free my dulcet tone And call me your littl...
For me lust is a curious state of my consciousness. I forget my name, as I’m wrapped and encased in ecstasy. He kisses my neck, my hands trapped against the wall, his fingers are cascading over my body invading me. My body screaming for attention, I’m so close to the edge. Tenderly teased, yet ravaged, He turns me around, pressing me hard against the wall, then walks away. He pauses, then turns to look at me. My eyes beg...
Kissing you with pure passion, I caress your face and body through the delicate fabric of your clothes. Gazing into your eyes, I can see desire in them, indicating that I have awakened the inner person inside you, which you hide from the world. "I've never felt this way before," you whisper, your voice barely audible. I fervently pull you in closer to me, and as I softly whisper in your ear, affirming that you are not onl...
The Queen singled me out from the rubble of girls that she had carried off from what was now a smouldering ruin, but used to be the, visually at least, resplendent city-state of Amberstrat. I didn't stand out from the rest, except perhaps in looking even more rugged. I was just the first to raise my hand when she asked if any among us knew how to read and write. I regretted my initiative as soon as my hand went up and her...
I own a bar in midtown that has developed a reputation as a pick-up bar. It's not an ordinary pick-up bar, though; it’s one where, if you’re interested in submitting to your sexual partner, you'll find your perfect match. It often works even when that's not what you think you're looking for. It started several years ago when my wife, who is into new-age stuff, got a Shaman to bless the bar. Basically, she blessed it, so y...
Fall before them on your knees in pure abandon, adoration movements come to you with ease anointing them in supplication Bathe their skin with scattered kisses soaking them with carnal blessing shifting with their gasps and hisses hone your licking and caressing to perfection as you serve Feel the pleasure surge inside you feel their hungry eyes observe feel their hot hand move and guide you satisfied, here at their feet...
Antonio is my boyfriend. I thought that he liked it when I was in control, but one night he changed that and showed me what being a submissive woman is like. It is a night I will always treasure. I open the door to our house. It smells like vanilla. Everything is nice and clean. Antonio has pink roses in the living room. He knows they are my favorite. "Do you like it, Brenda?" he asks me. He is wearing a blue suit. It sho...
My fingers drift over her submissive desire My amorous plait woven in a pulsating knot within the array of my tease I undress her soul between her pages submerged in intimate pauses I am relentless in my gaze bringing her to her knees in each frail line faithfully and frankly mine her thirst swelters as my. caged delight tethered in leather an exquisite sight laced intimate pauses wrapped tight her submissive desires seep...
She said “Paint me with my own smooth nectar Dance the tip of your tongue along the length of me Create art with my sex to ripen my flower and harvest my nectar” And like a gentle rain she started to drip first slowly then in gushes Patiently waiting For me to slide in and devour her And so she waits bent in submission near a moonlit path stars glistening my fingers coaxing her sea of dreams stripped by my poetry revealed...
