The Weekend

"Husband and wife escape to the coast for a much-needed romantic getaway"

Friday MorningFiona’s heart leaped as she finished packing for the weekend.  Three days and two glorious nights at a posh resort on the water.  She was so looking forward to getting away. Especially the nights: she and Ian needed some time...

Waiting…

"Waiting only makes her hunger build..."

Reeling, I admire you. You’re a delicious mess, hunger embodied. The cooling rivulet of cum sliding down your neck behind the makeshift collar, and snaking between your aching tits. My gaze pursues it, down to your matted tuft, barely obscuring your...

Ensnared

"An afternoon of shibari and photography described in detail."

It starts out slowly sitting with her wrists lovingly bound. Snap, the click of the shutter startles her the first time.They've tried bits of this before, but the plan today is much more... restrictive. Snap.She craves how he looks at her when...

What Now?

"Commitments are tested..."

Two words- "what if". Dangerous, change-provoking words.Eyes met and held before mine dropped, lingering on his belt... then below.He smiled.What if he spanks? My ass blushed.He's here. His forehead etched with "What if?"I was startled... the tiniest nudge pushed my...

Out of the Blue

"Out of the blue, Matt had set himself up for a more than a once-in-a-lifetime experience."

 It all started when I met her through a contact site. You know that moment when you see someone across a crowded room and you know. In this case, it was a picture in a crowded monitor of thumbnails and...

To Dream Among The Stars – Chapter 7

"Having finally fulfilled Natasha’s request, Alex is getting more comfortable around the crew."

Day 5I wake at the sound of the alarm clock, feeling rested, happy, and, more importantly, satisfied. Leaving the warmth of the body beside me, I quickly stop the alarm clock and get the lights on at low intensity. I...

“Look at you, dripping like a bitch in heat.” Her moan only echoes what her cunt is preaching into the palm of my hand. “Is this what you want...” The rhetorical question slides from my lips against her earlobe. My body presses...