When the bell rang, I knew who was at the door. It was the psychologist my friend Suzanne had told me about, whose house calls were for women who were experiencing frustration with their sex life. That was me, alright. I'm Rose, and my husband just wasn't into much more than the missionary position about once a month, and it just wasn't enough. I wanted wilder, kinkier sex. Suzanne told me the doctor treated women like me...

Recently removed panties lightly bind her wrists, strong hands working circles over her shoulders and down her sides. A shiver of excitement, anticipation. Fingers working knots, exploring muscles - long strokes, going deep. Kisses around her neck and earlobes, pressure, and restraint. Writhe of excitement, what might follow? Automatic and anticipatory, exhilaration making legs part, a quiver of expectation, fingers dance...

Scene 7 – The Beach “Take me now, Drake,” the writhing young blonde pleaded, still stretched out and bound to the heavy plank on which she had suffered all morning long. “I can’t take this bloody teasing anymore. Please! Fuck me right now, this minute!” Verity Mayfair was shackled, spread-eagle on the vertical eight-foot-square bondage board, naked except for a few tiny, tattered scraps of clothing. She was growling and s...

~~~~~~~~~~ My hands bound behind me, I tried to capture his cock in my mouth, then felt his hand grip the hair at the back of my head. He took his cock between two fingers, started to smack it lightly back and forth across my cheeks, rubbed the precum along my top lip, then painted my lips with it as if it were a giant lipstick. If I felt degraded and slutty before, I felt it in spades now. He was using me as a plaything,...

“It’s not a dungeon,” my wife said. “It’s … an erotic playroom.” I chuckled as we drove to her mother’s house. “Beth, it’s a secret, windowless underground chamber where people get tied up, tortured, tormented, and sexed up,” I argued. “It’s a dungeon.” It was early Friday evening, and we were planning to spend the night—and maybe the weekend, if things went well—at my mother-in-law's sumptuous home in the outer suburbs....

“All my mother needs is a good fucking,” my wife Beth had told me the previous night. “I know her: it would put her in a much better mood. Maybe you should volunteer, Chris. Despite the unkind way Cynthia treats you, I think she lusts after you a bit.” I thought about that conversation as I was driving over to my mother-in-law's house on a Saturday afternoon at Beth’s request. It would be the first time that Cynthia and I...

“I find this system is perfect to totally immobilize your captive when you don’t want him squirming around,” said the busty brunette who was nearly bursting out of the top of her tight red latex bodysuit. No freaking kidding, I thought, as I hung there in front of her and her companion, stretched out like a deer hide in this high-tech torture chamber. For a subterranean dungeon in a huge old mansion, it was surprisingly w...

Sheer endless seemed her legs when crawling
 catlike across his body slow Her silken stockings brushing naked and desperate skin in wanton glow. Her teasing merciless and without hasting feet, hands are bound, his mouth is mute cock hard to burst, sweat on his forehead one answer is their sole dispute. Her velvet nether lips so moistly, close to his panty-muted mouth, despaired to taste, and feel and screw her, with all h...

Aveline, there are so many contradictions – an enigma would cry in despair. You are twenty-one, yet carry a sophistication beyond your years. Painted with precision, you found your Parisian Red so early into womanhood, and you dare to wear makeup that evokes the sensuality of your eyes. You know the connotations, you look so fragile, yet this is your courage. Your flowing tresses are pinned up, coloured blacker than a rav...

Cindy-Lou was blonde and her age hung still in the air, like the sweet scent of cocktails on the New Orleans’ night. Her eyes were crystal-blue and they’d shoot right through men like a pair of whistling bullets. No one ever took Cindy-Lou for being dumb, well, at least not without coming to regret it. Her lips were hypnotic. They were full but not the fullest. Red but not the reddest. And they were always glossy, though...