By the time I got Cynthia’s restraints undone, she started coming out of her fainting spell. (Later, I learned about “la petite mort,” or the little death, where some women temporarily pass out after an especially strong orgasm. It’s considered harmless, but I didn’t know that at the time.) “I’m going to get Beth,” I told her. “She’ll know what to do.” “No,” Cynthia told me weakly as she struggled to get up, equally weakl...

Christopher narrates: Our sleeping arrangements that Friday night was a bit of a comedy, like a Three Stooges film. Albeit a sexy Three Stooges, with kissing, groping, but . . . Backing up a bit. After Beth and I had both climaxed heavily in bondage, Cynthia was all for continuing our BDSM session, since my cock was still in play. I gather her plan was to tie me to a chair and ride that pole until it was worn down to a nu...

“Why is your stepdad up there, stroking his cock?” asked Olivia of her friend sprawled to the right of her on the couch. Both were naked, like the man on the balcony. Both sixteen-year-olds were playing with themselves, also like the considerably-older-than-that man on the balcony. “He has qualms,” replied the redheaded girl. “And he’s pumping his cock because it, you know, that’s how men masturbate.” “I know about that,...

“Cock!” “Penis!” “Dong!” “Ding Dong the Witch is Dead!” “Dick!” “Moby Dick!” “Limp Dick!” “I’ve got a tiny dick!” The last two guesses were from Teddy and Gerald. We ragged each other a lot. Still, I was getting frustrated. It was Christmas night and “The Usual Suspects,” as we'd called ourselves back in high school, had reunited at Patty’s folks’ house after we had spent time with our families. We had the place to oursel...

The ladies were preparing for the big Halloween costume contest coming up in a few days. “I’m Sexy and I Know It” was the theme, and while this group was generally R-rated instead of XXX, the girls were going to push the envelope this year. Nicole was going as a Domme, and Haley, her slave. This was a relationship they had only dabbled in prior to this, in private and in real life. “You look divine,” exclaimed Haley, knee...

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” I was alarmed when I entered my house on this quiet June evening. I could smell and hear a blaze going in the fireplace, along with sensing the aura of another person. I lived alone. Very much alone. In the living room I found a woman curled up in a straight chair. She was posed in a way—hair down, leg up—to conceal her face, her breasts and her pelvis, but she was obviously naked,...

"Take me with you, please, Mister Conroy. I will go anywhere with you, do anything you ask, with no trouble." I was stunned. I had spent the previous two days and nights sexually using Maria in every way possible, even to the point of binding her and flogging her. I never truly injured her—I’m not a monster—but still ... Her Central American family, in danger of losing their ranch, had "given" this stunning woman to me in...

Once she was securely bound to the bed, Babydoll asked a question she probably should have put to me a few minutes prior. “You’re not a serial killer, are you, Harry?” “No,” I replied with a chuckle. “Not a serial killer.” “Oh, good, that’s… Wait, why did you answer it that way?” I affected a little twitch, a tiny jerk of my head, that I had never displayed before, as I lightly fingered her exposed pussy. “Define the word...

“Good news, Mister Quinn,” purred Shalina as her hand wandered down from my naked chest to my equally naked crotch and started stroking what she found there. “I’m going to jerk you off and let you spill your cum all over my chest, as if I were a common slut.” Well, shit, I needed to avoid that at all costs. My grunted plea for mercy was muffled by the rubber ball that violated my mouth. It was held in place by a leather s...

“If your girlfriend is lying next to you in bed and starts drawing geometric shapes on your nipples . . . there’s a question coming that you are not going to want to hear, much less answer.” -- Advice from my dear departed Uncle Calvin --------- Lyndsey started drawing geometric shapes on my nipples as we lay side-by-side after making love. “Brad,” she whispered in a high-pitched, kind of innocent voice. “What would you t...

"I am an attaché at the American embassy, I have diplomatic immunity. I demand you release me at once!” The raven-haired Latina beauty smirked at my outburst. In her Spanish-flavored accent she replied in good English, "You are in no position to make demands, I think, senor.” Well, she had me there. The toned, curvaceous woman was standing over my seated figure in the small, warm, dimly-lit room. Though she was of average...

I was at the local coffee shop, alone but taking up a two-top in the middle of the afternoon. I was using my laptop (and their wi-fi) to write my next Lush Stories erotic tale. The redhead at the table next to mine—thirty-ish, pretty, and shapely in a skirt and blouse—was also using her laptop, likely for work. (I’d seen her there before; we had exchanged glances and friendly little smiles in the past, so she kinda knew m...

My servants had stripped and bound my guest, Nika. Meeting and conversing on-line, we had not seen each other in person before this moment. Two adventurous sexual athletes at the prime of their lives; this weekend was going to be epic. When I walked into the study, the glorious, tanned beauty was standing, admiring an expensive painting on my wall. She did not turn around as I approached. “A magnificent work of art,” I to...

Eerie Music and Ominous Narration: “In an early year of a decade not too long before our own, humanity suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence. And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do, in a most unlikely place ...” Nudnik’s Flower Shop on Scum Row shared a narrow alley with the business beside it, a low-rent strip joint called Aubrey’s Pleasure Place. The flower shop was not doing w...

As I hung, suspended from the ceiling by my wrist cuffs, I heard the click of high heels coming towards me. I managed to twist my nearly-naked body around and beheld Domme Zoe walking towards me, a vicious-looking bullwhip in her hand. The instrument of torture was so lengthy that the bulk of it was dragging along the ground beside her; so substantial in weight that I could hear it scrape along the floor. I was a first-ti...