"Tome finds love by the waters of Bass Lake."
"So, I was wondering... would you... go out with me?" I held my breath, waiting for the answer. Butterflies were doing dive bomb runs in my stomach. I had waited all semester to ask her out and today was the...
"College,spanking,true"
Jaq loves to tell me about her sexual experiences when younger and still at sixth-form college, usually while I am licking her velvet pussy lips. One evening while my head was between her legs, she told me how she would...
"My True story of how my life as a slave started"
I was completely in love! Me, a simple young Polish girl was infatuated with an older sophisticated and, in my eyes, perfect man. The age difference did not bother me (he was almost 50 to my 22) – in fact...
"A Memoir of a D/s love Affair"
Chapter 5: Keeping the Burn Alive Before we left Marguerite’s, we had to change back into something a little more substantial than the silk dressing gown I had on or Jack’s silk pajama bottoms. Jack had me put the beige corset...
"Jenn and Brian's First Intimate Encounter"
Thanksgiving 2004 Once the hockey season got in full swing, between practices, twice a day conditioning session, away games and studying, Brian had no time for me.I waited for Brian outside the locker room after practice on Wednesday just to confirm...
"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...