There is only darkness. I am immersed in it, surrounded by a deep and enveloping blackness that is unbroken by even the slightest sliver of light. I can hear no sounds, not that I expect to. Our basement Sanctum is completely soundproofed. Master has ensured that no one on the outside would ever be able to hear my screams.‘Silent! I need to be silent.’ I remind myself as thoughts both fearful and erotic flash through my m...

I love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that...

"I'm telling you Hank, that girl is a slut! She runs around like a wild animal, staying out all hours of the night, and always with different men! Older men, Hank! I swear, I think some of them are even giving her money! She's completely out of control! I just can't take it anymore!"  The screeching sound of Gloria's voice was like a hot wire on my nerves, and instantly brought back unwanted memories of our past marriage....

We traveled many days together, my beautiful White Dove and I. That journey was the greatest time of my life, and Elsie and I were deep in love long before we crested the hills above the valley where my people made their winter camp. "We are home, Elsie," I said as I gazed out at the many conical tents that dotted the land below. Lazy trails of smoke rose from a hundred fires, and I could see the men and women the tribe w...

Being attentive while otherwise going unnoticed was an important skill for a slave. Fortunately, Nikos had made an art out of appearing only when needed, and thus was usually able to remain more or less invisible as he went about his duties. As a result, he was only occasionally chastised by his master for 'flitting about like a damn hummingbird'.He was especially pleased to have managed it as well as he did that day. Mas...

It was only when I watched Red Elk turn his back to me and began to ride off that I understood. He was making me decide if I wanted to go with him or to return to my own kind. But they weren't my own kind, were they? I'm not American, and I couldn't trust them. For all I know they were no different than the savages who killed my husband, and would do awful things to me. At least Red Elk had shown he wasn't going to hurt m...

I spent the warm season hunting beaver along the shores of the great river. The hunt was good, but too many days had passed and each one was now shorter than the last. Cold winds were already blowing from the North and soon the white snows would be falling from the sky. I knew that if I were to return to my home fires before thick drifts filled the land, I would be forced to cut through the rolling hills of the Arapaho. I...

I love to see you on your knees,with your heavy breasts, exposed to my sight.They rise, full and firm, from your chest,aching to be fondled and sucked. Your nipples, long, pink and upturned, harden and become thickas you rub them into your palms,and twist them between your fingers. My cock grows hard as I watch your lurid display.Thickening and growing long as I become erect,it rises, proudly, aching in needand throbbing...

So, are you gonna kiss him tonight?" Aimee's eyes sparkled, her youthful face alight with playful joy as she lay on the bed, clutching a frilly pillow under her still developing breasts.Tricia applied the finishing touches to her makeup and looked at Aimee’s reflection in the mirror. "Of course. Jake's been my boyfriend for over a year now. It's not like we've never kissed.""I know you have. I saw you kiss him goodbye on...

The early days are a heady mixof joyful repartee. Affection and our playful words,we share with hopeful glee. With eager hearts and bated breath,we share a secret kiss. We bask in newfound lust fulfilled,And ache from each caress. Plans and hopes we offer up,In hope that we shall see, That truth and honest heartfelt wordsWere spoken by me to thee. The pain from wounds you've felt and healedStill linger in your eyes. Trust...

The roar of the bike is like a slow drone in my ears now. The unending blacktop of the road and the wind flowing over me gives me a sense of peace that flies in stark contrast to the nervous knot in my stomach. Usually, I look forward to a long ride, but not tonight. A hundred miles. Over two hours of hard riding and then... What? Will she be glad to see me? I really don't know. I do know, I've got to try. I've never been...

It was one of those suffocating August nights. The air was heavy and seemed to suck the energy right out of me. It was the end of an uncomfortable and painfully dull day and my mind wondered aimlessly as the evening hours ticked by. As midnight approached, I began to feel a heat that had nothing at all to do with the sweltering humidity outside. I was single at the time, so dealing with that urge for sex wasn't as simple...

What is passion? It's a hunger. A roaring need to hold your body under mine. To feel your skin, hot and wild, sliding against my own. It's the scent of your body, And the taste of your flesh. The heady aroma of your arousal inflaming my need. I want to hear you moan. To respond to me without thinking. I want to hear you gasp and whimper at my touch. I want to hold you still,  To feel you struggle, not for escape, But simp...

Mallory felt naked as she stepped into the night. Like a frightened child, she peered from her shadowed doorway, searching for any sign of someone coming her way. Seeing no one, and with a churning mix of relief and trepidation, she forced herself to begin the long walk toward the complex gate.The night was quiet on this side of the wall. Mallory’s senses were tuned for any sign of movement. By the time she was half-way t...

“Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Over the next few days, Ted began to realize how profound an experience he and Marcia shared that night. She found the freedom to give in to her desire, and he learned how powerfully impacted he was by her being unafraid to sexually express them. In his mind, the fact that he lied about his true relationship with Becca seemed less importa...