"Jenn learns more than she wants to know from her Mom."
The next morning, Mom was in the kitchen going through her usual morning ritual. As I walked in, she said, “Morning, sweetie. Get yourself a cup of coffee and sit down. I want to talk to you.”Pulling a stool up...
"My True story of how my life as a slave started"
Was It was a test? It had to be a test. Why else would he leave me here, spreadeagled and naked on the cold tiled floor? He wanted to see if I would do as I was told. My head...
"A memoir of a D/s love affair"
Chapter 4: Private Sessions. As we approached the shopping district where Visions in Lace was located, it suddenly dawned on me that it was getting fairly late in the afternoon. Would the store even be open?I queried Jack and he responded,...
"My true story of how my life as a slave started"
It was 2003 – with the promise of a bright new millennium- and I felt my life was going nowhere. I was 22 and although I was working in my home country, Poland was not yet in the European Union...
"There was no privacy in her mom's house. So Ivy went on a college visit to have some fun..."
It was a melancholy fuck; if there can be such a thing. It was also intense and passionate.Ivy was on her back in her bed. The little white silk robe she’d put on after her shower was wide open. There was...
"Jaq cheers up the lads on the coach"
Our local soccer team had reached the semi-final, and Jaq and I decided to attend the match.Coach travel seemed to be the best way to get to the match. I arranged match tickets while Jaq arranged the coach travel. The match...
"A memoir of a D/s love affair"
Chapter 2: Jeannie meets Vanessa. The next morning, I awoke in my own bed to my mother calling me for breakfast. I had dreamed the craziest shit...then I shifted in the bed and became immediately aware of the welts on...
"A memoir of a D/s love affair"
Chapter 3: New players, New game; Picking up the Pieces and Moving Forward. The time apart seemed like it moved like a turtle in peanut butter. Finally, however, another glorious weekend dawned where we could be together. This time, I was...
Patience and time. Never rush things. Let them develop at their own pace, take it slow and you can adjust to just about anything within reason. It’s all about comfort levels…I didn’t hate him. What I felt was resentment, not...
"Reminiscences of my first sexual experiences"
In my old age, I enjoy time traveling back to my youth. I was once young, hung and good looking. It must have been in 1959 or '60 that I set out from the San Francisco Bay area to Mexico...
