BDSM(22)

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Grimm Tales: Snow White

"It’s late, Jacob, and you promised me a bed time story. Did you forget?" Jenny’s lips formed a petulant pout, somehow managing to look alluring. Perhaps it the way the light illuminated the outline of her nubile body through the sheer nightgown she’d attired herself in. Or perhaps it was the manner in which she stood, hands behind her, most likely clasped in a submissive pose. Seated...Read On

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Grimm Tales: The Dancer and the Devil

"Tell me again why I should let you tie me up like this, Jacob?" Jacob gazed down at the object of his desire, his lips curving into a wicked grin. There was little doubt about the measure of luck he’d been gifted with. His wife was beautiful, and not just in his eyes. He’d overheard enough talk over a pint or three at the local pub to know she was the subject of much speculation, most of...Read On

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Grimm Tales: Little Miss Muffet

"Tell me a story, Jacob. Oh, please, you promised me!" Jenny pleaded whilst straddling her husband’s thighs, black lace panties pushed to one side to accommodate his throbbing cock. Running her hands through his shoulder length blonde mane, she giggled as she slowly rose and fell, her tight pussy squeezing his erection delightfully, her deep blue eyes full of impish delight as she gazed into...Read On

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Editor's Pick

Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 6a

Sometimes we do things in the heat of the moment that we regret for the rest of our lives. Recently I’d let myself be filmed, naked and masturbating, admitting on camera that I was Abby’s slutty little plaything. Funny thing is, even now, six days later, I had no regrets. If anything, I was rather proud of myself. It had taken a lot of courage to do what I’d done. I felt like I’d somehow taken...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 6b

Miraculously, I didn’t let my doubts and fears over my cravings consume me. I simply surrendered to them and to her. For once, I accepted that I was wired differently than the people I surrounded myself with every day. If my friends, my family, my peers even suspected, they would be shocked and outraged, or so I imagined. None of that mattered. All that mattered was that Mrs. Vandermeer...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules

“Do you trust me?” she asked, and I’d answered without thinking, my words followed with a soft kiss, my body tingling all over as she pulled me closer, her tongue slipping easily between my lips. “Of course I do. Why would you even ask?” I answered breathlessly, feeling the welcome warmth of desire kissing the insides of my thighs. She gave my ass a quick squeeze and was rewarded with a...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 2a

Shannon finds herself, once again, under Mrs Vandermeer's control.

It had been two weeks since I’d seen Mrs. Vandermeer. Two excruciatingly long weeks during which I wasn’t even allowed to touch myself, let alone do something about the terrible hunger she’d set loose within me. It wasn’t too bad during the day. After all, I kept busy with my normal day to day routine; going to school, spending time with my friends, homework and chores, time spend with my...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 2b

The conclusion to chapter two. Shannon gets what she needs.

Mrs. Vandermeer had returned. She stood there in the door way, a fist resting upon her cocked hip, a leather satchel occupying her other hand. My mouth felt dry as I hung there, suspended by my wrists with only my toes to keep my full weight from my arms and shoulders, a desire so intense that I thought I’d cream myself right then and there. She’d shed her jacket and trousers, as well as...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 3a

A day went by, thentwo. Two became three, which in turn became four, then five. Days filled with longing while my nights were filled with dreams, dreams from which I’d wake up to find my pussy drenched and my nipples as hard as rocks. I’d lay there, face buried in my pillow, hands clenching the edges, desperate to finish the job that my dreams had started as I replayed the memory of me,...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 3b

I lay there for what seemed an eternity, tied face down to the dining room table, told to make an impossible choice while Mrs. Vandermeer was ‘taking care of business’. It was cruel beyond imagining. Choose, she’d said, the feel of her tongue against my dripping wet cunt still making me shake with uncontrollable lust. Choose. I stared at the tightly braided leather quirt, and beyond that,...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 4

I woke up with only one thought in my mind. I’d broken a rule, a big one, twice. I was a very bad girl and, if she found out, she’d punish me. I was the only one who knew… I turned myself in before I’d even eaten breakfast. She trusted me, though, so I came clean. I’d cum twice, even though the second time was while I was sleeping. Still, she needed to know. Her reply was immediate. ...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 5a

  Miss Spencer. I require your presence on Saturday at 2 pm on the 8th floor of the University Library in the Chemistry section. You are to take a seat at one of the study tables and keep yourself occupied playing with your delightful cunt. Dress appropriately to please. Under no circumstance are you to acknowledge my presence. That was how my week began; a typically terse email from...Read On

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Mrs Vandermeer's Rules: 5b

I’d been on pins and needles all day, anticipating the moment when Abby would allow me to have an orgasm at her whim. She’d promised, and I was fairly certain that, as long as I didn’t mess anything up too badly, she’d keep her promise. I was so focused on that potential moment that my mom actually asked if everything was alright with me. I think that my reaction, blushing and...Read On

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The Object of Obsession I

A chance incounter turns into obsession as a co-ed is introduced to an unusual peice of furniture.

As I closed the front door, shutting out the rest of the world, the silence became absolute, broken only by my soft footfalls and the suddenly loud thump thump thump of my heart. I looked around the empty living room nervously, wondering where he was, my eyes drawn towards the hallway and, beyond that, the door to the basement where Craig most likely waited, his presence drawing me like a...Read On

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The Object of Obsession II

Shelly and Craig's dance comes to an end, or does it? ;)

  It became a pattern, obsessing about Craig, or more specifically, the cage in his basement, during the day and dreaming about it at night. Somehow, I managed to get through each day, keeping up with my classes and my homework. In fact, I excelled, discovering that the only way to keep from getting completely lost in my daydreams was to immerse myself in my studies. Still, I spent every...Read On

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK I

Dedicated to Mistress Laura and Ms Ally.

The doorbell rang. I glanced up at the clock in surprise. 10:12 pm. A bit late for trick-or-treaters. Thankfully, I had some left over candy still in the plastic pumpkin and I was still dressed in my costume. Tonight, I’d decided to be a little daring, and had dressed up as Kitty Girl… well, perhaps Kitty Slut would be a more apt description of my ensemble. I had my ears on, and I’d taken...Read On

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK II

I am wondering if a should admit that I am not wearing pants as I write this, or panties for that matter… or that I have slipped my favorite vibrator in and have it set on low. Or that I spent close to six hours last night making my Mistress, or Officer Laura if you prefer, cum… Perhaps I’ll keep those details to myself and just get on with my story… So… you’d think that would be it,...Read On

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK III

“I think she’d look good in that, Laura.” I’d been lost somewhere between sexual bliss and frustration, having just been made to cum in front of a roomful of guys by two girls dressed as sexy cops and yet, somehow, I was left wanting, eager to fulfill their every whim, even if it meant being gang-banged, something Officer Laura, my new owner, had just hinted a after stroking my pussy into...Read On

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK IV

I have to say that these are getting easier to write, or atleast that I’m been receiving more than enough inspiration from my Mistress to continue for a good long while. In truth, I can’t claim to be the sole author of this chapter. There’s a scene with a lollipop that needs to be credited to Mistress Laura. I should, in fact, list her as a co-writer for this chapter. Truly, you have no...Read On

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Kitty Girl and the Girls of KINK V

It didn’t take long for me to become disoriented. Even if I’d been familiar with the house, blindfolded as I was, I’d have become lost very quickly. Without my sight, though, I had no idea of my surroundings. All I knew is that Laura still had the other end of my leash and Ally was behind me, running her hand over my ass, reminding me of my status as a sexual plaything. She wasn’t the only...Read On

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Dangerous Games - Chapter I

Amy meets her match at a Halloween party.

June ‘10 Amy sat slumped, ass perched upon the edge of the swivel chair, legs spread. The blinds were shut, dark drapes drawn, the only illumination this late at night coming from the computer screen before her as a slide show slowly played, each digital picture more revealing, more perverted then the one proceeding. She watched, face burning with embarrassment, as the scene played...Read On

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Dangerous Games - Chapter II

A second encounter, this time with Superman's Arch-nemesis

June ’10 Amy drew a trembling breath and removed the flash drive from her computer, hiding it in her desk drawer. It had been a present from Lex, one she treasured beyond comprehension. Photos of her. Video as well. If any of her friends knew they existed, she’d die of humiliation. She let that thought linger, fantasizing about leaving the flash drive on Jake’s dresser at the next...Read On

Exhibitionism(6)

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E is for Exhibitionist

I know that you’re watching me. You’re mixed in with the crowd. It’s so easy to get lost here, especially if you’re trying, and I know you want to remain hidden so that you can observe. I thought about having a few drinks, or perhaps smoking a joint, and really letting my inhibitions go, but the truth is, the knowledge that you’re out there is all I really need to let loose. It’s our...Read On

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Tall Fences Make Good Neighbors

A mutual exchange between neighbors.

His name was Jason, and he’d moved into the neighborhood in March, having just relocated from New York City. It had taken very little time to decide that he liked Southern California much more then his hometown. The weather, the relaxed atmosphere, and the girls, starting with his next door neighbor. Her name was Megan, and she shared the house next door with her parents. She was 20, a...Read On

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Tall Fences Make Good Neighbors II

Megan takes the game up a notch.

"Hope you haven’t been waiting long." Jason grinned, his attention suddenly fixed on the fence separating his yard from the once next door. She was in her usual pose, toned arms folded along the top of the tall barrier, her chin resting on the back of one hand. Her bright green eyes glittered, matching her mischievous smile, as she watched him approach. "About 24 hours now," he...Read On

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Tall Fences Make Good Neighbors III

Megan and Jason become intimate.

It had been difficult keeping his thoughts on track at work. Time after time, Jason found himself thinking of the sexy co-ed next door and the show she’d put on for him over the weekend. It had been difficult to disguise the physical signs of his mental detours, an all too obvious tenting in his trousers. Even worse, as the end of the day drew near, he found himself unable to think of...Read On

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Tall Fences Make Good Neighbors IV

Control of the game slowly passes from Megan to Jason - or does it?

Jason had fantasized all day about what to expect when he got home. Each time, Megan had forged ahead, taking the game to another level. Mutual masturbation had led to sex within the space of 3 days, accompanied by the confessions of her secrets. That she’d had sex with other girls hadn’t been such a shock, considering her wanton behavior, nor had her admitting to having participated in...Read On

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A Sunday Bus Ride

A bus ride takes a sensual turn when an older man and his pet board.

I watched her as she stepped onto the bus, my eyes drawn like a moth to flame as the man with her flashed a pair of passes to the bus driver. Like me, his eyes followed the swaying leash, suspended between his hand and the delicate looking leather collar she wore. It wasn’t the her most remarkable feature, but it was certainly the most out of the ordinary. She was a pretty little thing,...Read On

Fantasy & Sci-Fi(1)

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If We Break Before the Dawn

I took the old road, looking down from the high cliffs at the tide as it rolled in. Night was falling, swallowing everything, devouring hearth and home; everything and everyone I loved. In the distance I could hear the sound of static, growing louder with every passing moment. Early warnings of what was to come. Pausing, I turned slowly, looking for the sun, trying pin down a compass point...Read On

Fetish(10)

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Kitty Girl

An account of a true event - the participants names have been altered to protect identities

I wasn’t wearing much. A semi-sheer pink top that hugged my upper body and left little doubt of the state of my nipples and a pair of matching panties that smelled of desire. A pair of brown kitten ears attached to a matching head band poked from the top of my blonde tresses and a pink collar, decorated with rhinestones circled my neck, a heart shaped tag engraved with the words "kitty" on...Read On

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The Heart of a Kitty - a Kitty Girl Tale

Once upon a time, there was a girl with the heart of a kitten. Shy, and skittish, she was slowly coaxed from under the bed, or should I say, out of the closet by her owner, and then her new found friend and next door neighbor. Eventually, she shared her story, and became comfortable about talking about it, even writing about it, playing with a few select others who would throw balls of yarn...Read On

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Kitty Girl's Day Out

Part I: Full Fur Jacket I wore my kitty ears last night. It felt good. My Mistress, the lovely and amazing Mistress Laura, had asked me to wear them the next time I was online, so, of course, I did. The events of last night? Well, perhaps I won’t share the details, and I certainly won’t admit to peeing in a bowl before going to bed and drinking every last drop, still hungry for...Read On

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The Further Adventures of Kitty Girl - Part I

Again, the names have been altered to protect the guilty :)

A little background. Our kitty girl games have rules, ones that have been slowly established over time, the most important of which is whenever I am wearing my collar I am no longer Rachel, I am Kitty Girl. That means, unless there is an emergency of some kind (signified by my use of our normal safe word), I communicate only in mews, meows, and purrs, and I am expected to behave as feline...Read On

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The Further Adventures of Kitty Girl - Part II

Things heat up even more for Kitty Girl

They call them catnaps, for good reason. Neither of us slept. Instead we luxuriated in each others presence, sharing the warmth of our bodies, touching intimately, gentle hands tracking the roundness of breasts, soft lips kissing shadowed places, legs intertwined, bodies pressing together as we shifted comfortably upon the sheets. My ears had fallen off sometime during our tryst, and she...Read On

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The Further Adventures of Kitty Girl - Part III

The conclusion of my little adventure with being cat-sat.

She toyed with me mercilessly, keeping me so wound up I began to wonder if I someone could die from being denied on orgasm. The conclusion I came to was unsettling, as every nerve ending began to scream, an overload of promised pleasure becoming too much to bear. I began to beg, telling her I would do anything, and I meant it. She pinned me once, lay on top of me until I was both still...Read On

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Kitty Girl Goes to the Beach - Part I

My onwer and the girl next door take me to a risque beach party.

I "Hey, baby girl, feel like going out Friday?" It was an innocent enough question, and yet something in the tone of her voice alerted me to some sort of sinister design. I shifted in my chair, taking my reading glasses off and putting down my half read copy of Super Girl. Pushing my hair behind one ear, I eyed Kay over the top of her lap top screen, suspicion in my eyes. "Dinner?" I...Read On

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Kitty Girl Goes to the Beach - Part II

The party continue, a game is introduced, and a new playmate is invited.

IV I could have stayed like that forever, naked, two of the most amazing women I’ve ever known spoiling me with their attention. I was in no hurry to explore what other delights the party held, or even cover myself up. It’s hard to retain even the pretense of modesty once you’ve climaxed in front of an audience. Eventually, however, it became obvious that Kay was growing restless, her...Read On

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Kitty Girl Goes to the Beach - Part III

The night comes to an end for me and my owners.

VI "Remember what you are, Kitten." Her words were clear as her soft lips were pressed against my ear, making me shiver with need. I nodded at the reminder, grateful for it. It would be easy to forget my true nature here and get lost in all the lust that surrounded me. I found myself staring at the ceiling, willing to into focus, my gaze traveling between it, Kay’s mischievous eyes,...Read On

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The Bronze Man

George and Tina Discover That Jamie has a secret lover

I knew they were out there watching. It wasn’t just a feeling, but a certainty. Best of all, they had no idea I knew. The whole thing had started a year ago, right after I’d signed the lease agreement and moved in. It was perfect, this little cottage quietly tucked away at the end of the cul-de-sac. After too many wears in a cramped apartment overlooking a bustling downtown thoroughfare,...Read On

Group Sex(8)

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Blondie's Christmas Tale

The lullaby of 24th street haunted my steps. A far off siren heralding yet another robbery gone bad. Laughter fueled by too much liquor and swearing fed by frustration. Voices raised in anger, seething with barely contained violence. The sound of a bottle shattering into a billion pieces on the side walk across the street. Hip hop or RnB exploding from a bar every time the door opened....Read On

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Blondie and the Dancing Dead

I had my arms wrapped around his corded thighs, my nose buried in his tightly coiled pubes, gazing up him as I sucked his cock. He palmed my head like a basketball with his huge chocolate colored hand, treating me like I was one of his pit bull pups as his breathing quickened. A throaty grunt was all the warning he gave me as several bursts of thick cum filled hit the back of my throat....Read On

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Blondie and the Black Knight

I’d been spending a lot of time in the Twomps, lately. Yeah, eastside Oaktown, where a white girllike me really had no business being. Only, I was cool, ‘cause I knew Twiman, and he made sure everybody knew it. Not that I was one of his girls, and I sure as hell wasn’t one of his gangers. You see, growing up off International, I’d spent more time couch surfing than I had at home. Me and my...Read On

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Blondie in Wonderland

I felt like Alice might have, finding myself in a kind of wonderland. Growing up in Oakland, Ca, well, a girl had a limited world view. My world was small, centered around 40 th Ave. Sure, I knew there was a much bigger world out there. Hell, I grew up dreaming of it, escaping through the pages of National Geographic to places far and wide. I even had my gramma’s tales, the few times she’d...Read On

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Blondie and the Angel from Hell

 I woke with a lurch, the sound of gunfire and shattered plaster yanking me from my dream in a panic. It took exactly five seconds to struggle free of the layered covers I’d tangled myself beneath in a pathetic attempt to ward off the hard chill of winter and hit the floor, wedging myself between the box springs on the floor and the wall. It was dark, too dark to see a thing, the heavy...Read On

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Blondie's Wild Ride - Part I

A snap decision leads to a wild night of sex with some very dangerous bikers.

I The night was filled with sound. Sirens in the distance, the rumble of cars over rough pavement, shouts of laughter and of anger, music spilling from boom boxes. Oakland. Even at midnight, you could see the heat shimmering on the asphalt. It hadn’t let up for two weeks now, wearing on everyone, setting tempers off as each night became a struggle to find a few hours in which to slumber in...Read On

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Blondie's Wild Ride - Part II

Blondie finally gets taken by Geronimo

III Blondie whimpered softly as the Biker she’d dubbed Geronino tugged the cups of her bra down, freeing her breasts, doing he best not to squirm as she lay on the bar top. She had a sudden urge to push her hands down between her legs and finger herself, putting on a show while they watched. Only in her wildest fantasies had she ever been such a dirty slut. Now she reveled in it, licking...Read On

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1,001 Words for Love II : Dumas, Alexandre

Light. Not sunlight. Vivid neon colors pulsing, pounding, fragmenting and fracturing, every color, blending madly, floating past, sometimes at impossible speeds before coming to a sudden halt. “Where?” Books fluttered past, pages opened like butterflies, words lifting like bees, buzzing around her head, letters spinning, cutting grooves in her flesh, lodging in her skin, some with...Read On

Hardcore(8)

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Entangled Chapter I : Educating Rapunzel

She paced the floor restlessly, the flagstones under her bare feet worn smooth from a lifetime of relentless steps, her dark silhouette flitting through the dimly lit chamber, mimicking her every move, clinging to the walls and melting into the shadowed corners like some menacing stalker with an agenda all its own. I watched her spin, her eyes filled with suspicion, trying to catch it...Read On

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Entangled Chapter II : Serving Rapunzel

“Good morning, my pet. I trust you slept well?” Rapunzel greeted me that next morning as she always had, her voice full of boundless energy and anticipatory joy for what the day would bring. It was one of the qualities l loved best about her; her endless optimism lay untarnished despite a lifetime of imprisonment in her tower. I made to rise from our bed with a contented sigh, puzzled at...Read On

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Entangled Chapter III : Losing Rapunzel

Time passed, and as it did, I remained under her spell, a willing prisoner of both the light of love and the dark persuasion of our shared depravity and lusts. Both of us fell into our roles as if we’d been born to them, her as my insatiable mistress and I as her willing pet, both in and out of the boudoir. I became accustomed to the leash she held, both literally and figuratively. In truth,...Read On

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Entangled Chapter IV : Freeing Rapunzel

I spent several weeks moping about heartbroken before comingout of the fog. Nearly two months wasted as Punz grew further and further away. In the end, however, I found myself recalling how we had met and why. That was the key. If I was to find her again, I would need to draw on skills long in disuse, but not forgotten. I resolved that I would be relentless in my pursuit of my beloved. I...Read On

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Entangled Chapter V : Unleashing Rapunzel

I gave her what she wanted or more accurately, what she needed. I gave her the world. I nourished her with knowledge. I set her loose, once more, in the greatest cities of the world, touring their libraries, their universities, their museums, encouraging her to take painting lessons, music lessons, to seek out astronomers, mathematicians, lawyers, and philosophers, and to learn from them....Read On

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Damsels In Distress Inc : The Hunted

Jillian enjoys some 'Big Bad Wolves......'

Jillian shivered, the chill of the October night caressing her flesh. She felt naked, despite the thin white shift she wore. Fragile silk was hardly adequate protection for the branches that threatened to shred it each time she brushed against them, let alone the all too real flesh and blood terrors that stalked her. There were three of them. More than that, she didn’t know. That had been...Read On

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Damsels In Distress Inc. : Team Spirit

Angel get a ride in a van with some very bad men...

Damsels In Distress Inc. : Team Spirit Angel stopped and turned at the sound of the horn, nervously pressing her pleated skirt against her thighs. She felt her cheeks heat up with embarrassment as a pickup truck slowed down alongside her, the passenger checking her out. She felt suddenly silly trying to pass herself off as a cheerleader. Not that she didn’t look the part, dressed in...Read On

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Damsels In Distress Inc. : A Good Day for a Hike

A not so innocent hike turns into something more...

Damsels In Distress Inc. : A Good Day for a Hike Alex took a deep breath and pushed the car door shut, locking everything but her keys inside as per her instructions. Not that she needed all that much. She was used to travelling light when hiking; car keys and a water bottle. And a cell phone for emergencies. She was nervous about not having it with her but that was the point. She...Read On

Lesbian(3)

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Read To Me

“I have a proposal for you, babe.” I glanced up from my laptop, the internet open to LushStories, with what must have been a hopeful look on my face, judging from her amused chuckle. I was chatting with a dear friend, teasing him, more properly, as I usually did with my sexual exploits which always made him somewhat uncomfortable. “Does it involve me being naked?” I mumbled, my toes...Read On

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M.Felix/Sprite present: Whores, Lies, and Sinker

Friday 8:36 AM Charlotte knelt on the king-sized bed, her slender legs parted, her soft white ass nestled between her thighs as she went about the task of folding laundry. She quietly hummed while listening to the shower door slide open, glancing once towards the bathroom as she deftly folded a pair of green lace panties. She listened for the sound of the electric shaver, smiling...Read On

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The Jelly Bean Factory (for J)

A bi curious girl became obsessed with a sexy redhead at a club, unaware she has a girlfriend...

a real quick write - not a literary masterpiece, but fun - hope you enjoy it. I know I did - dedicated to J, who inspired it. ;)  Mist hung like a spectral curtain, clinging to everything inthe heart of downtown Vancouver, turning the night primeval. A brick wall, dingy and home to graffiti rose from rain soaked concrete and was seemingly lost in the clouds. Reflected streetlights and...Read On

Love Poems(21)

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Afterglow

She’s a rare bird, untamed and wild Who makes me smile With the intensity of a climax Fierce and raw and savage And strangely tender, too. Funny how freeing it is To be on the business end of a leash Proudly paraded around the park in pink panties. Oh, in a perfect world, Where judges were but wisps of cotton candy That would be my chosen place… A bird, (I said) but...Read On

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Blondie's Song

This one was just sort of for fun.

“Let’s ride,” she said, or rather said I And he lay down beside me, prick aimed at the sky My magnificent cuckold of destruction and death Draining my soul and stealing my breath. “Get on little girl!” I felt obliged to correct him Growling softly and sinking my teeth in Little perhaps but the girl had long fled Drowned in a shower of powder and lead. “Let’s ride,” he said,...Read On

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Oakland X

Black boy, brown boy, white boy, It makes no difference in the dark, And when I’m with you It’s always night. Street light is broken again, Only the moon casting light through the bars Dowsing us in shadowed strips of cool; Just enough to see the laughter in your eyes. Drenched in sweat and cum And tangled together like Oroborus, My mouth full of kisses and cock, ...Read On

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Another 101 words

Sometimes a girl loses her way; lost in being lost.

Sometimes a girl loses her way; lost in being lost. It becomes her world. Each touch painful. And then, one so gentle, a brush of lips and finger tips from far away. Promises. Barefoot in a strange city. Unsure of her welcome. Scared to turn away from the door. The soft padding of feet. A look. Leading. A journey of a different kind. Being made through love; ...Read On

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String

Your hands wash over me like waves Tugging at string, seen and unseen As you peel away the layers Leaving me naked, exposed, afraid And you could treat me like your puppet Another in a long list of players I would let you, gladly, never saying a word As you carefully hung me from the cross Strings tight around wrists and ankle Dangling me over the water Making me dance...Read On

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Vagina Sauce

Vagina sauce, vagina sauce, how I love vagina sauce It’s tangy and tasty and it looks oh so pretty When it is trickling from my happy pink kitty Vagina sauce, vagina sauce, how I adore vagina sauce I want vagina sauce, not your stinky old cocks Filling up my sweet and juicy little box Vagina sauce, vagina sauce, beautiful vagina sauce Fill up my bathtub and let me soak in it ...Read On

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Giving Thanks

I want to taste your piss To me, it’s as sweet as a kiss I want to taste your ass Though I know that others might pass I want to taste your cum I find it more intoxicating than rum But mostly I want to be your kitty You always make me feel so pretty When I’m running naked through the house Chasing after a pink fuzzy mouse My collar tags going jingle-jangle A ball of yarn...Read On

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Orbiting

Sometimes you curl my toes the feel of your tongue rough leaving me in throes of giggles as it wiggles its way deeper into my cunt just as you worm your way now there is an apt metaphor, or it would be if you were a gentleman, or even a man, your cock at attention, demanding mine into the heart of me, my velvety sex pouting and pulling pulsing and purring as I explore your anus and yes...Read On

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Untitled (for Kate)

Something that just sort of wrote itself.

My heart melts each time you smile And I burn from within at your touch Not what others would expect - Your hands pulling me roughly to you Your kisses stealing away my breath The sudden shock of tooth and nail Drawing blood and tears Your fist inside my cunt Claiming me as I scream No longer sure if it is pleasure or pain Instead the thrill of gentle fingers upon my elbow Reminding me that I...Read On

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101 Words for Roses

Lips Swollen and bruised Muscular tongue filling my ass While fingers stroke between my thighs Tangled together A trio What are the odds of coming together like this And coming Together Like this Rose petals so wet Dew clinging to soft pink edges Slowly dripping Lemons and… I’m blushing Thinking about the coming morning Yours not mine My belly full of love ...Read On

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Sleepless

inspired by the woman i love, without whom, this would have been half as long

Sleepless Cold stark black and white and absent of any gray The edges are no longer blurred and I am as cold as death What I wouldn’t do to feel warm again, to feel safe? My dreams are full of images, too fast to catch hold of Painful flashes of unfocused memory, police lights on the blackest of nights In my chest a frightened bird, trapped, trying to tear me from my sleepless sleep ...Read On

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Sacrement

The second of my BDSM poetry challenge.

Sacrement A water color sleeper softly floating where she lays arms stretched taut trapped within gentle reminders of who she is, and what she is, the edge that separates night from day and want from need a stained glass cathedral upon rumpled and stained sheets light falls across the watermark illumination on a still quiet face pain washing over flesh like summer rain a lullaby of...Read On

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Ritual

I was challenged to write BDSM poetry a while back.

Ritual Side by side, perfectly measured and matched She works by feel as much as by sight Candle’s flickering tongue turning her into shadow Only her voice remains, and the outline that is etched Into memory, perfect curves stealing breath Each sure touch captivating A prayer, silent, balances on dry lips As she begins, taking each wrist So carefully and yet there is iron in her grip Cold...Read On

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I Remember These

Faded snatches of memory jarred free.

I remember the strangest things A patchwork of images that don't make much sense. Sitting cross-legged on a threadbare rug tiny faded lavender petals and green vines interwoven snakelike upon a sandy background I remember watching a pool of milk translucent as it slowly spread across the smooth surface of a stainless steel counter eagerly awaiting the moment when it would reach the edge ...Read On

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Falling

Just thinking out loud.

Her heart keeps time, Each beat a moment we will never know again. And all this time her hair hangs over her face, And her hands push and pull at me, And her legs gather me up, And her belly shakes, And her breasts dance, And I know what this is; Desire. And afterwards, I know what it was; Love. But I pretend not to, And I think she does too, Because she holds me tightly, Until we...Read On

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Kisses

originally posted in the poetry thread - such a lovely response, so i thought i'd share it here.

Kiss me, kiss me, two little fishies, startle my mind to the tuna boat. If I follow you may swallow all the sweet juices in which I float. Tender ripens mean little vipers worm their way into my heart. And if I wishes, those little fishes will cry until the tide rolls by. Kiss me, Odin, spread me open, taste me with your golden tongue. If I swallow what will follow like juices from the...Read On

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Scrapbook

just more worrying at the doors of my heart.

Just an image aftershock A reflection of a thought Just a photo of a girl Tattooed daydreams of her world Just another empty head Empty heart and empty bed Underneath it all so small so cold Underneath is all bought and sold Just a snapshot of fear A moment I was barely there Just an image of a kiss Tattooed night time shopping list When you’re paranoid everything is what it seems Fear...Read On

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If

love and pain and beauty are often one.

Do you wonder what’s in my head As you lie awake in bed In the cathedrals of my dreams Nothing is ever what it seems And the laughter that you hear Are the echoes of my tears Look behind my empty eyes At a heart so full of lies If I ever love again I’ll be ready for the pain I know it brings Are you painting over me Until I’m what you want to see In the temples of my head All the worshippers...Read On

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Eden

 I am the serpent Warmed by the heat of your sun   Asleep until woken  Letting the rain into my window  My curtains billowing, sails upon a ship  Bound for unknown lands, each seagull  A beacon of hope, each cloud  A sign post, the distant shapes of mountains  Calling to me, singing a joyous chorus  My tongue flickering, tasting each moment  Rubbing myself raw against you  My rock, my...Read On

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Going Through Old Photos

‘Smile’ he said, and I smiled Oh, baby, I was so wild And free and nothing Nothing Could hurt me Or so I believed So I smiled for him Making jokes about how I’d break The camera lens Not knowing that I’d break Not bend Not a matter of if but when And baby, I remember that day Like it was yesterday It was...Read On

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An Ode to CeliaisAliena

“It makes it harder to write”, I told her  “When your mouth is, oh dear” “Hmm?” she hummed, the sound more a buzz And silenced me once and for all, which was quite rare, In truth, an oddity, at least when I’m… “Oh!” Her smile was like Christmas, my gloss on her lips As she came up for air, or perhaps, a desire to know If I’d written a word or two or six “Read me the first...Read On

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Things You Should Know

Things you should know. To the best of our recall, this is how it all happened. Very little time has passed. Enough for us to have spent the last hour in bed, tangled together, the taste of her ass and pussy smeared all over my lips and me, still so desperate to cum that I would do anything- “We could make this into a story for your site.” “It’s not mine, and I don’t know.” “You’ve...Read On

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Happy Birthday, Kitty - A Kitty Girl Story

A different kind of kitty girl story, much less light hearted.

I Sept 23, 2004 As every comic book geek knows, every superhero is born of a traumatic, life-changing event. Be it the death of the Uncle Ben or the full scale destruction of Krypton, those moments are what forges them. Kitty Girl is no different. The seeds of my transformation were sown by my very own arch-nemesis, a man who shall ever more be known simply as The Monster. It was the...Read On

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The Exchange

With a sexy gift, a friendships takes a slow turn into something more.

We did our best not to giggle as we exited the girls’ bathroom together, our book bags slung over our shoulders. Not that anyone would have noticed if we had. They’d probably have thought we’d been talking about boys. I caught Stacy’s guilty smile from the corner of my eye, relieved to see that I wasn’t the only one blushing. Unable to stop myself, I reached out and flipped the hem of her...Read On

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The Exchange 2

“Hurry up, Christina! Why is that you’re always running late on Friday of all days?” A half dozen snarky answers popped into my head; Cause I’m trying to figure out which pair of slutty underwear to wear for my girlfriend, mom ? Or Sorry, I was up late having phone sex with my 16 year old lesbian lover again, mom ? Or, even better, I needed to email my best friend naked pictures of me to...Read On

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1,001 Words for Love I : The Library

She spoke with her hands, letting them flutter like anxiousbirds, her lips shaping words, each as silent as the snow that settled on her shoulders, covered her bare toes, turned her dark hair white. Above her the sun stared off into the distance, its black fur swallowing its own light, its kitten face smiling as it dreamed of balls of yarn and tasseled ribbons and tasty fish, or perhaps it...Read On

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And the Award for Best Kitty Goes To...

Sometimes a story just writes itself and you have to run with it. I never planned on writing Kitty Girl stories. The first one just happened, and after that, well, it just felt right to share adventure after adventure, or at least the ones that I felt comfortable sharing. So, here we are again, a few days after the Academy Awards, sitting at the kitchen counter with a half full (notice I...Read On

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Mister Muscle and Love Bug Issue #1: Of Bugs and Brawn

Mister Muscle and Love Bug Issue #1: Of Bugs and Brawn Chapter One: A Bug in the House She spent a lot of time playing with her zipper. It was either a nervous tic or (and this is the explanation I preferred) an attempt to draw my attention to the fact that she was all woman. Oh, and what a woman. I’d known, even before she walked through the door that she was in heat. Her presence...Read On

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A Letter to L.

Sometimes a girl just can't wait until she gets home from work to cum.

The morning of Friday, Sept. 17 Dear L. My knee hurts and you are to blame. Or rather that damn photo you took, the one that I can’t get out of my head. Even now, I am thinking of it, wondering if I should put it up on my screen as I write or just go ahead and print it out and tack it to my wall so I can stare at it. The thing is, if I did that, I’d never get anything done. Even thinking...Read On

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Faded jeans. Unadorned grey t-shirt. Blue sneakers. It wasn’t what she wore, but how she wore it. Her top cleaved to her body. I could tell she wore no bra. I could see the shape of her nipples. Her jeans were just as tight. I imagined her getting dressed, laying on her bed, grunting softly as she wiggled into them. Worn low, her top high, I could see a lovely expanse of flesh, her navel...Read On

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Feeding the Kitty

Sometimes you just need a good fucking

I’d already forgotten his name by the time we reached his apartment, not that it really mattered. I’d had a few drinks before he’d even come in and sat down next to me, too busy flirting with the bartender to notice until I felt his hand upon mine, pinning it gently to the bar as he introduced himself. Dan, perhaps, or Dave. As I said, I’d been drinking. We’d struck up a conversation....Read On

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Seattle, Winter ‘07 Her name was Lucy, or at least that’s the name she used, and she was a junkie. I didn’t need to see the track marks to know. In my line of work, I’d seen enough addicts to ID them quickly. She said she was 25, another lie. Closer to 20 would be my guess. That’s the thing about junkies. Lying comes naturally. It’s second nature. “I want to get clean.” See?...Read On

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The Confessions of Jenny Grimm: Tea and Debauchery

Father Lucas does his best to save Jenny's soul even as he wrestles with tempation.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." Her voice was unabashedly unapologetic, a sultry purr that slithered through the screen in the that separated her and Father Lucas. "It has been three weeks since my last confession, as you very well know…" Father Lucas hooked his finger into his suddenly too tight collar and tugged. The confessional, usually quite comfortable, felt suddenly too warm;...Read On

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The first time I saw her was at a small Parisian bistro, walking distance from the Louvre. Le Petit Flore on Rue Croix des Petits Champs, a favorite of mine. Unpretentious and inexpensive. The day had been moody, despite being the first day of summer. It was, in fact, that moodiness which first drew me to her, the sun suddenly bursting from the clouds, illuminating her, setting her...Read On

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Mister Muscle and LoveBug Issue #2: Taking the Bull by the Balls Chapter One: A Bug in Cheap Clothing “What the heck are you wearing, Squirt?” I did my best to keep my voice level as I looked her up and down, not even bothering to hide the stern frown creasing my face. At least she had the good manners to blush before she started playing with her zipper. I made a mental note to take...Read On

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Twenty Words For Snow

She stared out at the newly fallen snow, amazed at how itsparkled like a star strewn field, kissed by the sun. If only she could capture that it and describe the wonder, the beauty, the magic in a single word. “I’d still have nineteen to go.” She mumbled, her warm breath clouding in the cold mountain air. Twenty words for snow. That had been the assignment. So far, it hadn’t gone well. ...Read On

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On the Hour

I’m bound face down on the bed, waiting to be fucked. Again. The only illumination is the digital blue of the clock, the numbers crawling slowly towards the next hour. Every hour, on the hour, he returns. It’s almost 6 am so this will make the seventh time. I tingle with anticipation, wondering what the coming hour will bring. Each time he surprises me. Each time I cum louder and harder than...Read On

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The Confessions of Jenny Grimm: The Art of Sin

Jenny pays Father Lucas another visit

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession, and I’m afraid I’ve been very naughty once again….” Her voice was a mere whisper, forcing Father Lucas to shift slightly closer to the screen to hear her, creating a sense of intimacy he’d rather have avoided. After all, soft as her words might be, her identity was unmistakably that of the she-vixen...Read On

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Kitty Girl and the Peppermint Stick - A Xmas tale

Twas two weeks before Christmas and out in the manager, Rachel was hatching plans of a sexual nature. Her panties were hung on a hook and forgotten, all the better to show off her bare bottom. Visions of orgasms danced in her head as she eyed all the toys spread out on her bed… Hi again, it’s me. Kitty Girl. It’s been a while since I’ve shared my real life exploits. Yes, there is my...Read On

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Watching

Lizzy made herself comfortable on the queen sized bed and hit play on the remote. The case had been simply labeled ’03-22-13’ but she’d gotten it out of Eden and Alex’s secret cache, so she figured it was another porn movie. She hadn’t yet been daring enough to use one of the sex toys stashed away alongside the discs; somehow that seemed wrong to her. Maybe she should bring one of her own...Read On

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Mister Muscle and LoveBug Issue #3: Short and Sweet

Mister Muscle and LoveBug Issue #3: Short and Sweet Chapter One: Eye Candy After weeks of careful debate, we’d finally gotten her costume sorted out, reaching a compromise we were both comfortable with. The sticking point had been the zipper, of course. She’d stubbornly insisted that it had one, much to my chagrin, and had been taunting me endlessly with its existence ever since. I...Read On