Hi. Remember me? Anne? I shared a couple of stories about... well, my lifelong obsession with cocks. Just to bring you up to speed, I'm twenty-eight now, and have been married for a couple of years. His name is Mike, and I am absolutely the luckiest woman in the whole wide world for having found him. But let me start back where I left off. After my first time with Brad, I fell for him pretty hard. And he definitely loved...

Audrey here. I am going to be open about my life—more than I have been with anyone, including my husband... and maybe even myself. My husband Bruce is the love of my life. We met as seniors in college 8 years ago. He swept me off my feet, and we married just after graduation. He's been a terrific provider... and a terrific lover too. And we've become more than just lovers and best friends. He is my entire world, and I wou...

Nora emerged from the bathroom naked with her hair wrapped in a towel, her skin still glowing and moist from her shower. She was humming her favorite tune, but it died on her lips when she saw the small pile of clothes laid out on the bed, with a little piece of paper on top. She smiled to herself. Her master didn't choose her outfit very often, but when he did it was usually the prelude to something interesting. This tim...

Hi. It's me again - Anne. It's been a couple of years since I wrote about the... little toy I bought for myself on my eighteenth birthday. Like I said back then, as much as I want it, I'm determined to wait for the right guy. I'm twenty now, in my sophomore year of college. College has been great - I'm on my own, have made a bunch of friends and going on dates feels freer not having a curfew like I did at home. But what h...

The meeting room had been dressed up like a school classroom: whiteboard at the front, a large teacher’s desk, and thirty student desks arranged in neat rows. The crowd was filing in. Most dropped a twenty-dollar bill into the jar by the door, but not everyone. A husband and wife in their late twenties walked straight past it. He wore a sharp black suit and tie and carried a satchel; she was in a flowing white blouse, pen...

What happened to me shook me to my core. Don't get me wrong: I'm not upset that it happened, certainly, but it's made me question everything. I've always been straight. Every sexual fantasy I've ever had has involved men. The old phrase "tall, dark and handsome" didn't just come out of nowhere. A chiseled man can turn me into jelly, but a beautiful woman just makes me feel competitive. Let me start at the beginning. I've...

"Bitch." I heard him say it. Not to my face, of course, but behind my back. His fragile ego couldn't consider for a millisecond that he wasn't God's gift to womankind, so being turned down flat couldn't possibly be anything but my fault. Whatever. If I confronted him, he'd deny saying it, but he's not worth the time it would take. No, I am here in this watering hole on a mission of my own - to find and conquer (at least f...

I had a dream the other night. I am not sure how to describe it. It was a weird combination of frightening and thrilling. I'll let you be the judge. I was in my apartment's laundry room folding my clean clothes. Our laundry room is pretty big for just having the two machines and a big work table, where I was. I was facing the wall with my mind on my task. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me and I turned, still holding on...

I had a dream the other night. I'm still not sure it was a good dream or not, but I'll let you decide. I was in our apartment's laundry room. It's a relatively large room for only having one each of a coin-operated washer and dryer. The extra space has a relatively comfortable padded bench and a table for folding things. A petite girl was standing with her back to me folding her laundry. She was easily a foot shorter than...

I feel like I may be the luckiest guy in creation. Let me give you a little background. I've always been a sadist. My wife and I parted company (amicably, for what it's worth) a few years ago because we were basically just oil and water in this regard. I took it as an opportunity to try to find an outlet for my sadistic desires. I live in a town with a pretty active and large alternative scene, so I started going to munch...

You are perfect. There isn’t a single member of your gender that isn’t more beautiful than the most perfect male specimen. A nude woman would make me rival Narcissus in single-minded attention: Her hair. Her breasts. The narrowing at her waist and the fullness of her hips. The adorable notch pointing the way to her soft, sweet sex - a gift from the creator. Her nether cheeks, hiding the treasure within. To watch a woman s...

Hi. I'm Sue, and my husband, Mark, is a lieutenant in the Marines, and he is part of a Marine detachment on board an aircraft carrier. He's away at sea for long stretches of time but it's like the old saying goes: absence really does make the heart grow fonder. It also makes his cock grow harder, if you know what I mean. And the night he gets back to port... well... it almost makes the long deployments worthwhile. I don't...

We met online some time ago. I advertised my services as a disciplinarian. She said she was a brat that needed to be tamed. We met at a coffee shop to discuss it and she definitely said she had a little bit of a bratty side to her, but really she just needed someone to hold her accountable for behaviors she wanted to correct, and I agreed. I've punished her pretty regularly with OTK hand spankings, but occasionally I've u...

An African Rosewood tree was felled and gave part of its heart for the thing I hold in my hand. Its handle fits comfortably in my closed fist. The head is oval, roughly four inches by three and a half inch thick. The surfaces are finished and smooth as glass. It feels heavy for its size; all the better for its intended use. It has never been used on anyone else but you. It's function is to bruise your sit-spots so that yo...

I am a sadist. The woman in front of me is there because she wants to surrender to me, at least for a time. We have spoken before this moment - negotiated limits and safe words and things of that sort. I would never do anything to a woman that she did not want at some level, perhaps deep down. I start by asking her to disrobe before me. I can see nervousness. Her eyes dart to the door for a millisecond before returning to...