A Captivating Captivity In the heart of an enigmatic forest, a realm of shadows materialized before Emily. This marked her first venture this far from her village, but the allure of the unknown proved irresistible. She was a woman of unyielding spirit, with long, raven hair and eyes that sparkled like stars in a moonlit … Read more
The Forbidden Barn: A Tale of Unbridled Passion by AvaThorn The sun had set a long while ago, casting the farm in a blanket of darkness. The only source of light came from the flickering lampposts scattered around the property. Tess, a 25-year-old farmhand, had always found the tranquility of the night soothing. The sounds … Read more
A True Tale of Desire: My First Time with a Horse – by EmilyRides I sat in my cozy study, reminiscing about my most recent adventure. It was a Saturday afternoon, the air filled with the sweet scent of summer blooms. My body, toned from years of equestrian sports, felt invigorated after a long ride … Read more
As I step out of bed, I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The realization of the situation sinks in, and I can’t help but feel a mix of fear and anticipation swirling within me. With each step towards the bathroom, I begin contemplating the choices that brought me here, to this
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 6: A New Assignment by Evelyn Hart The morning light filtered through the study’s heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the mahogany desk where last night’s roleplay had unfolded. The room had returned to its everyday guise—books neatly shelved, the nameplate tucked away, the satchel hidden in the closet—but … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 5: Afterglow and Reconnection by Evelyn Hart The study was quiet now, the grandfather clock’s steady tick the only sound punctuating the stillness. The sandalwood candle had burned low, its flame a faint flicker casting soft shadows across the leather-bound books and scattered props on the shelves. James and Laura … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 4: The Climax of Submission by Evelyn Hart Laura knelt on the hardwood floor of the study, her wrists still bound by the soft leather cuffs, the carabiner clinking softly as her hands rested on James’s thighs. The blindfold kept her world shrouded in darkness, heightening the sensory tapestry around … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 3: The Edge of Control by Evelyn Hart Laura’s arms stretched above her head, the soft leather cuffs biting gently into her wrists as the rope held her secure against the ceiling hook. The mahogany desk pressed coolly against her lower back, her skirt still bunched around her hips, exposing … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 2: Surrendering to the Role by Evelyn Hart Laura’s world had narrowed to a symphony of sensations: the cool edge of the mahogany desk beneath her palms, the warmth radiating from her skin where James’s paddle and crop had made contact, the soft rustle of her skirt hiked up over … Read more
The Professor’s Lesson – Chapter 1: The Invitation by Evelyn Hart James adjusted his glasses and leaned back in the high-backed chair behind the heavy mahogany desk, the centerpiece of the study he’d transformed for the evening. The room, usually a cozy haven of books and family photos, now resembled a professor’s office at an … Read more
Exploring for Her by xchpt My name is Ethan, and I never imagined I’d be here—nervous, heart racing, standing in my girlfriend’s living room, about to sleep with a guy for her. But for Sarah, I’d do anything. Even this. It all started three months ago. Sarah and I were curled up on her couch, … Read more
Sarah hated walking home cause everyday she had to walk pass the neighborhoods ill tempered dog that intimidated her every time she walked by it. Finally 3:15! Sarah thought to herself just seconds before the final bell rang for the day. Getting through a day of school was usually Sarah’s highlight. She was a pretty
My Master wanted to put me, his slave to the test. We had often talked about sessions pushing my limits, but we did not get any further then talking.At a meeting with other Masters, the topic of sessions pushing my limits was also discussed, during which Master was given quite a few tips and offered
The wind chilled my arms as I walked through the night. In my high heels, I was walking unsteadily, especially after the drinks I’d had bought for me all night. I had to admit, I looked hot. Hot enough to be able to get free drinks from guys all night. I was quite tall at about
My husband and I took a trip back to Germany 2 years ago to see family and friends My husband and I took a trip back to Germany 2 years ago to see family and friends, we stayed with family and had a great time, we went to places we took are girls as they
This short story was inspired by another story I read years ago. Can’t seem to find the original to give the author credit. Regardless, hope you enjoy, feedback is welcomed, and if you want more please say so. After years of minimal contact my mother and aunt started talking regularly again. My aunt Elizabeth had
Thursday night, 10 pm. The waiting queue were shuffling their feet in the cold out on the footpath, waiting for the doors of the Stroke Bar to open. Hot new band-of-the-month The Suspected were playing a gig there tonight, and all the regular patrons, plus more, had turned up. Rosemary jumped up and down on
Megan stood in the shower, the warm water washing over her, her hand lingering between her legs, gently rubbing her soapy skin. She could still feel Jason inside her, feel every thrust. He had just left minutes earlier, playing his big brother role to perfection as he brought her to orgasm again and again. The
I first met Amy when I began working out at a local gym. My name’s Max, and I’m a 38 year-old guy who has played a lot of different sports all my life, and was used to being in shape, but a knee injury had stopped me participating and I’d got out of condition; too
Crossing the Line: A Forbidden Encounter It was a quiet Saturday morning, and I was restless. I’d just returned from my usual run—five miles today—and felt that familiar mix of exhaustion and pride. At 41, I worked hard to stay in shape. My legs were long and toned, my ass firm from years of pounding … Read more