“There’s a slut in need of attention.” “Excuse me?” the tall, pretty brunette said, stopping herself from walking past the bench I was sitting at in the middle of New York’s Central Park. She wore a sexy, stylish pale-yellow summer dress with matching heels. The tone of her voice was unconvincingly offended. I gave a warm, knowing smile as our eyes captured one another’s. “Am I wrong?” I asked matter-of-factly as if we’d...

"You are not a sub." The truth of her statement reverberated around my heart and echoed in my soul, completely tearing down everything I thought I was. "So, who am I?" "You're a kitten." A kitten is whoever she wants to be—flirting coyly one moment and taking control the next. With her sharp claws, she can mark her territory, asserting her dominance while retaining the freedom to roam as she desires. That's who I am—a kit...

She waited excitedly in the hotel bed. He’d be back any moment and then they’d consummate their marriage. When the hotel room door opened she shrieked. “Who are you?!” “Why, I’m your husband,” he replied. “No you’re not!” She hollered. “Get out of here!” “Look at me carefully,” he said. “What is it that makes me not your husband?” The question seemed easy, but try as she might, she couldn’t find the words. “See? I must be...

My Husband came home and casually announced that we had been invited to a masked Halloween party. It was short notice, but I managed to sort out a steampunk costume with goggles, and H decided to go in a dark suit with a Donald Trump mask. When we arrived, there were quite a few guests, although as most were masked it was difficult to spot any of our friends. After several glasses of wine, I was a bit merry, so when I spo...

The rhythmic thump, thump, thump of the headboard matched the pounding of my headache. Grabbing the sides of the pillow and covering my ears, I was praying for a reprieve from the creaking bedsprings and sexual groans above me.Moan, moan, thump, thump, thump, grunt, grunt, moan, thump.The coital sounds of the male and female rutting together had been going on for hours now. Part of me was impressed at the stamina of the p...

EDrake Today: 10:15amWould you like to join Miss Alice and I for tea on Tuesday @ 2:00?I'll reserve our usual table at Callaways. I would be delighted. Mrs. Elizabeth Drake is one of my more interesting clients. Thirty-two years old, she's happily married and well-heeled. I have been seeing her several times a month for about a year, but we have never had any physical play. By her own admission, her husband keeps her well...

You see women all the time boasting their femininity, flaunting a beauty claimed by their gender, and rightfully so.  I knew I would grow up to be one of them. Like the ones in the magazines showing off their womanly figure. Delicate. Now, with his hard cock buried inside me in this random field of poppies, I try to memorize the moment, the feel of him deep, throbbing. He looks at me for who I truly am, not how I once was...

Esme tried to understand the world. It was so complicated. She tried to understand herself and she seemed even more twisted and weird. Today she was wandering through the woodlands near her family home feeling lonely and confused. She was barefooted, her sandals dangling from a finger, as she walked the well-kept trails. They lived on the edge of a protected nature area open to the public. Her home was where she and her g...