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Alice is stretched out on the bed, listening to some shitty music her husband hates, headphones clamped to her head. She is in semi-darkness, looking up towards the ceiling.Her eyes perceive a shadow, and she thinks to herself, ‘Interesting. Will...
Day 1 — MorningAlexandra:“Good morning, my locked and desperate boy. I hope you managed some sleep… though with that steel chastity cage pressing against your cock and balls, I doubt it was restful. How do they feel this morning? Tell...
"Hot BDSM games of Sue, her little sister and their cousin continues..."
Sue couldn't wait, and now, right now, that time has come.Of course, they had to patiently bid farewell to both parent couples, interspersed with questions about Sue's graduate studies and Mark's high school diploma. But the adults took the most...
"A chance online ad, a buried fantasy, and one encounter that turns control, desire, and surrender into a single, irreversible choice."
The travel agency was both her kingdom and her gilded prison. Ashley lifted her eyes to the plaque on the door, “Dreamaway Travel," a name she had chosen years earlier, back when she still believed that organising escapes for others...
"Katrina and Giselle celebrate their 10 year anniversary in a special way."
The doorbell rang at 4:07 in the afternoon—a touch late, as always. For Giselle, the tardiness was a signature act of playful defiance, a flirtatious breaking of the rules she usually followed in hopes of a little firm retribution. But...
The morning light filtered softly through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across Alexandra’s bedroom. She stood before the full-length mirror, clad only in a red thong and matching bra that barely contained the generous swell of her...
"As the countdown reaches zero, he realizes the most daring leap of his life wasn't into lace or love but into being chosen"
You reached for the handle of the dresser with a practiced ease, the movement fluid and devoid of the heart-pounding hesitation that used to define your mornings. The drawer slid open with a familiar, soft whisper of wood against wood,...
"How else could I get off the naughty list?"
“I've been naughty this year,” I whisper into his ear, “but I so want some presents…”Five minutes later, I bend across the desk. His fingers brush below my pajamas, then I feel him yank them down. The air is cool...
"Sex-deprived male buys a magical calendar."
It was the first of December, a vicious, cold sleet drove across the grey cobblestones to announce the new month. It was already darkening, the soft glow of streetlights providing a weak light reflected in the recent snow. My head...
"He didn’t just make me cum - Daddy made me His. And I finally stopped pretending to be anything else."
I parked at the end of the street 20 minutes early so I wouldn’t be late, hands sweating on the wheel as I tried to breathe steady. What the fuck am I doing? Who even am I? I almost texted...
