Sometimesby Sebastion LugoSometimes I want to fuck you like a woman;Not like an inexperienced virgin who flutters her eyelids and sighs,Not a like a surrendered ragdoll, yielding and pliant.Fuck like wolves and eagles mate,High and mighty and wild,With howls and snarls and bites and licks;Fuck like the wind of a storm;Fuck like now is all there is.Sometimes I want you to fuck like a woman;Fierce until taken; raw as the pa...

It had been an entire day and night. That’s all. But it felt like forever. “Daddy” could be so cruel. He’d forbidden her to touch herself. Forbidden her from his beautiful cock. Of course, she knew he wasn’t her real Daddy, but sometimes – just sometimes – he made her feel like his petulant daughter. Sometimes like his horny little submissive. Sometimes he even made her feel like his slave. She loved all the various ways...

She’s programmed herself to talk the talk, but walking the walk reveals she’s inexperienced. You have to read the body language closely: the widened eyes, the lack of grace in posture, the barely repressed nervous giggle. She tells you she’s had this Master and that Sir and maybe she has, but they’ve all been phonies and wanna-bes, poseurs who – like her – only think they’re in the lifestyle. But they’re not. And it shows...

ForeplayBySebastian LugoShe felt ashamed. She hadn’t felt ashamed for probably a decade or more and it kind of excited the hell out of her. Shame, embarrassment, being naïve, getting shy, even giggling uncontrollably sometimes; goddamn him for making her feel like this. She just loved it. And, of course, it made her wet. He could do that in the most surprising ways. She wondered if he had tilted her upside down and shaken...

Closing the apartment door with his foot, he sloughed off the tuxedo jacket and snatched the bow tie from around his neck. Another evening wasted listening to VIPs bitch and moan about how they can’t afford yacht marina fees, how expensive it is to buy their kids through ivy league prep schools, how slutty their mistresses are dressing. Blah blah blah. He leaned casually against the wall and slipped off his patent leather...