As the weeks passed, I hadn't looked at EMO the same. Whenever she was snarky or rude, I pictured that evening in my bedroom. Instead of fucking my beautiful, loving wife, I was slamming my boss endlessly instead. It honestly did help. Although these thoughts often left me visibly aroused. I was sure, though, she would never notice. Then, something changed. It was a slow progression, and I didn't notice it right away. EMO...

I entered my room to find Ari lying across my bed; her body was covered in my sheets, barely disguising her nudity. I smiled politely at her; she was cute and looked very inviting, but right this moment, I wanted something more. She lay watching me as I slipped my shoes off, her fingers gently traced her neckline down to her collarbone and back again. I couldn't help but think back to the other night, hearing her screams...

I watched as she eyed the people in the room. She had the look of a lioness on the hunt. It had been a while since Katrina had taken what she wanted, a while since someone gave her what she wanted. She was by no means desperate; she was never desperate. Yet, when she got what she wanted, she would be wild. She was going to fuck like a wild slut. I watched as she glanced at everyone, her deep blue eyes scanning everybody o...

Bored and alone, I had decided to search the Internet for some porn. No one was home. I figured, why not? One porn site led to another, but it was all the same. Then, I found utopia. A site called Lush. I perused some profiles, read some stories, and then a picture caught my eye. "Is that Jasmine, the girl across the street?" I asked myself. I clicked the picture and opened the profile. It looked like her—quiet, shy, and...

Winter and I had discussed swinging and threesomes extensively. The answer was always the same. No. I was surprised when she suggested we join my friends at a strip club, but that story was different. Since then, we have made the strip club an occasional date night. The Navy had just moved us to Seattle, and we wanted to find a new place to go. We decided on a club near us and made it a date. We arrived a little early, an...

I peek out of the locker room door. Everyone has left. Nervous, I feel apprehensive about leaving the safety of my hiding place. My pussy is soaking wet. I think of last week when I was taken. I hated him for it. Yet every time I thought of him tearing my leotard, my desire to be retaken rages within me. I have not told my boyfriend yet. He has left for a year. We talked on the phone every night. He said he could hear som...

Tonight was the night of the first introduction dinner, where all the Californian dommes and subs could meet. We were directed into the dining hall via two doors: one for domes and one for subs. I entered the room and found a single-person table. Looking at the domme side of the room revealed men and women alike, each with their table. Each table was supplied with a folded plastic card and a Sharpie. I picked mine up, wro...

I walked around the ship and explored. I had already found three gyms, two conference rooms, and several dining rooms that served as ballrooms and event rooms. There were also several bars, each sporting a unique name that fit the theme of the cruise, like The Secret Spot, Hushed Whispers, and my personal favorite, Entwined. None of them were open until after seven. There was an upper deck with three spas and a vast pool,...

I consider myself an average man with a regular job, car, hobbies, and ideals. However, deep down, I know that I am nowhere near normal. Sometimes, I feel like a total deviant. My thoughts can be dark and lustful. I do not act on these thoughts, but they are always there. For example, my neighbors are reasonable people and a lovely family. We occasionally have BBQs or other get-togethers. I am always excited to have their...

This was my first visit to London. I was with my girlfriend and her annoying chatterbox friend Cindy. The two of them had a genius idea to take the train everywhere. We boarded the train at Holland Park, heading back towards London. Erin, my girlfriend, and Cindy are buried in their map. As we pass a seat, I notice a woman, well, her breast. Her white blouse was fairly unbuttoned, and as I passed, my eyes wandered. Straig...

I smiled up at the ship, moored to what must have been Nine at North Harbor, and struggled to understand how something huge could float. I knew it was a simple matter of displacing water, but I was amazed anyway. The sheer size of the ship entranced me. Anyone who saw me staring would think this was my first time, but it wasn't. I was in the Navy, stationed on an aircraft carrier. Every day, I requested permission to come...

I pace back and forth in the dim halls of the school building. Where was Maria? I was supposed to have picked her up after gymnastics. I had come early, and saw her practice. I can't lie, though. My eyes had been glued to another. Her lithe body and blonde hair. The way the unitard hugged her tight body. There was one point when she did a handstand and spread her legs. At that moment, I was spellbound. 'Practice is over,...

Emily came back into the house from the rear door. I was shocked to see her naked. She was dirty and had a slight limp. I looked over her body and saw she had a wet trail crawling down her leg. I searched for the beast, but he did not return with her. Looking up, our eyes met. She had a light in hers. I am sure she saw horror and fear in mine. She had a satisfied smile. "What happened? Are you ok?" Jen asked. Emily's smil...

The Wolf's Hunt I lay in my bed frustrated and confused. Brad had always been good to me; I was not being good to him. Yet what bothered me was that Brad’s tender feelings did not concern me. Brad was a boy. A boy used to suffice me, but now I wanted a man—no, I needed a man. My thoughts strayed back to the professor and his secret. Worrying was useless. I needed action. I headed downstairs, sneaking past the living room...

I went downstairs, still feeling aggressively aroused and angry. Maybe now was not the right time to speak to my mother. In a stroke of luck, she had left the house. Even better, she had left a pizza on the counter. I did not hesitate. Scarfing down two slices, I grabbed a third and headed to my room. Maybe I should text Ashley about what I saw. She was my best friend, but she would think I was lying. Hell, I was beginnin...