Film shoot Stories

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...

Scene 5 – The Plank “A pity that I won’t have this magnificent instrument to ride after today, Mister Drake,” purred Emerald as she stroked my oiled-up cock, which was swelling under her handiwork. “I relished the way it filled my puss-puss last night.” I could not stop her from massaging me to firmness, right there in front of her all-female crew. I was a bound prisoner here on the shore this morning, just as I had been...

Scene 3 - The Pirate “For the crimes of delivering and receiving an unauthorized orgasm,” declared Drusilla, the gorgeous first mate of the SS Dominance, “these bitches will be flogged, as decreed by our beauteous and fearsome captain, The Pirate Emerald.” The pronouncement from the raven-haired, buxom officer drew a cheer from the assembled crew—all female, all fit, all attractive, all horny—on the deck of a modern-day r...

Scene 1 - The Duchess “Well, Mister Drake,” purred the voluptuous vixen as she lustfully studied my bound body, “I finally have you just where I want you.” I was thoroughly strapped onto a thick—and thankfully padded—plank of wood suspended vertically in an old-school, torch-lit dungeon. My wrists and ankles bore leather cuffs that were locked onto rings in the wood. My arms were at my side and my legs straight out, as if...

"Damn it, you just got your hair done!" I yelled. I'd just gotten home from working the third shift at the factory. I was trying to have a bit of breakfast and a beer while I watched some TV. My girlfriend had just come in from the back of the house and said she wanted to go to the beauty shop. Again! So she gave me some song and dance about the weather and split ends. I complained about not being made of money. She threw...

My husband, Donavon, and I were both working in the film industry. We lived outside Hollywood, in South Africa to be precise, and it was only once in a while that we could get some money to produce a feature film. Our specialty was the romantic comedy with a touch of William. Shakespeare, that is. I usually write the scripts and Don directs it. We both star in our movies. But people wanted more sex in their romantic comed...