According to the rules established by her, he could only have three toys at a time, but it was rare when he got the chance to choose. So, when the opportunity came to his door, he did not miss it to use all of them at once, eagerness flowing like blood in his veins. He returned with stumbling feet, holding a beaded massager, a cock ring, and a ball gag, his whole body still quivering from the tease before, yet eager for m...

I open the door and step inside. My work bag drops to the ground, and my fingers start loosening my tie. Like usual. Then I notice the envelope on the ground right in front of me. One of those thick brown ones, like what I use at work. With a strange, purple string wrapped around it. Not usual at all. I pick it up and pull slowly on the delicately tied knot. It releases, and I pull out a piece of paper. I read the title p...

"Good girl. Come on. Just one more inch." My eyes watered, lips stretched around him. The prize so close. I snorted, pulled back, joined to him solely by saliva and lust. His hands gripped my skull, eyes locked on mine as he pulled me down, engulfing him fully. He hit the back of my throat and I choked. Spluttered. Elated. My lips enclosed the ring at his base and withdrew, sliding it tantalisingly up his slippery, engorg...

It was the summer of 2002. Kelly had been miserable for months. Her work life had been slowly deteriorating for a couple of years. As it seems is always the case, a good boss had left and the new one was an idiot. I had finally convinced her that it was okay to resign without a new job lined up. She’d worked since she was a young teenager, we were doing fine, and I hated to see her so miserable. She spent that spring clea...

“What’ll it be?” “Martini. Gin. Dry.” The bar wasn’t particularly busy, at least not yet. The music was too loud. He hadn’t been in a bar in years, but he could see that nothing had changed since he was a young man frequenting such places. The obligatory pack of straight women who thought it hip to hang at a gay bar. The table of lesbians, looking smug with their lovers, knowing they wouldn’t be lonely tonight. And the yo...

I fucking hate it when the big phone companies refuse to bend just a little bit to keep a long time customer happy. To this end, I severed the remainder of my two year contract, paid the assholes off and set out to find myself a new service provider and a new phone. The mall was no good... all the pimply faced clerks wanted to do was to sell me a high priced gadget that had more bells and whistles than the Queens knickers...

Earlier in the evening, after being stood up by her boyfriend, Tasha befriended the lovely couple, Don and Sharon Whiting. Over many glasses of wine and a delicious meal, Tasha found herself impressed by their wealth and influence -- and they both weren't that bad on the eyes. For all outward appearances, the couple was the usual white, privileged, and happy couple. She had no idea that they would turn out to be the kinki...

There was nobody special I wanted to see at my ten-year reunion, but I went anyway, and was pleasantly surprised to see so many people I had forgotten about. It was a fun evening, and I collected a few phone numbers of people I hoped to reconnect with later. As the evening wound down, I ended up at a table with an old friend, drinking beers and talking. Keith and I had played in a couple of bands together in middle school...

Angela and James were always experimenting with sex. They had been together almost six months and had gone through every position and every room in the house. Angela loved the little quickies in the kitchen when James came home. The only place they hadn’t done it was on the staircase, but she was working on that. One particular Friday afternoon, James had come home early and was eager to try their new toy. They always tal...

On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me A sex swing for the pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two dove gray blindfolds, And a sex swing for the pear tree. On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French maid outfits, Two dove gray blindfolds, And a sex swing for the pear tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four call girls, Three...

XTC here again. If Sara’s tale made you horny enough to return, then welcome back. If you’re a newcomer, then it’s very nice to meet you. Make yourselves comfortable. For those who don’t already know me, I’m XTC; the keeper of dirty, little secrets. I’m a watcher of people, and you will learn a lot just from watching people. I was there when Sara got gang banged in volume one, but in this particular tale, it was my friend...