The Mistress smiled slyly as she began to explain, The uses of what she brought. She would create clever coils that bring paradise and pain. I had a lesson to be taught. “There will be five knots that I tie to keep you in place. I will tell you all of their names. So take off your clothes and lie on your face. It’s time to begin our games.” She straddled my ass and brought her face to my ear, Her breasts brushing my back....

I jumped as she screamed as loud as she could, her voice bouncing through the empty store. A sly smile crept over her face when she was done. "I always wanted to do that." Everyone else enjoyed their Christmas holiday, so we volunteered to stock merchandise and reap over time. "What else have you wanted to do at work?" I gave her a sly wink. Our bodies create rhythmic wet slaps echoing off the walls as we fuck our way thr...

Two bodies, pressed together in a violent stillness. Skin to skin, force meeting force. They are wrapped in a passionate embrace. Without movement, but not without force. A motionless dance, building energy and desire. They both yearn for release, but neither will submit. And slowly the stalemate breaks as merciful tremors shake both. Flesh slides, only for a moment, ever so slightly. The effect breaks both, moaning as th...

My wife was excited about her family reunion. Particularly because her twin had been in Europe for the past two years and this was the first time they would see each other. The day was fun and ended too quickly. That night she came to bed with an odd smirk on her face. I knew something was up. She excused herself to freshen up and left, turning out the lights. A few minutes later the door opened and I was joined by a warm...

As Richard stepped into the house, flowers in hand, Jackie was waiting at the door. “You filthy pig, why are you so late?” She cracked the shining leather riding crop against the wall and stared with condemnation. Richard gestured to the flowers and apologized. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been so confused all day. First, you tell me you have a big surprise for me when I get home. Then you started texting really angry things abo...

Gripping the knob, I popped my hip against the peeling paint of the familiar office door. Ever since the titular owner of ‘Jacob Tomb, Private Investigations’ had drunkenly kicked it open three years ago the lock had ceased all functionality except its aesthetic charm. It honestly hadn’t mattered, in the five years I had worked for Jacob Tomb we had rarely seen a case that had warranted securing the office. The business m...