My morning started when I woke up from a vivid dream. In the dream I was on my knees, naked and sucking the cock of a man standing in front of me, holding my head in his hands. I was half bobbing my head back and forth and half just letting him fuck my mouth. I could hear the excitement in his voice and felt the pride of being the source of his pleasure. I woke up just as he was about to come in my mouth and I bolted upri...

I awakened to the feeling of the bed shifting under a weight that was not my own. I looked up to see Tracy sitting on the edge of my bed in the sun streaming through the curtains. As I started she put her fingers up to my lips and mouthed, "Shh. It's just me." She leaned in and kissed me and I felt a warm shock flow through me from head to toe, and I reached out to fondle her breasts. She responded with a little moan and...

I woke up to the sound of a knock on the door. As I opened my eyes, I could see the beginnings of the day streaming through the sheer curtain. I felt the light cloth around my neck and brought my hand up and touched it, remembering what it was and what it represented. The knock repeated, stirring me out of my thoughts. I raised my upper body up. "Come in," I called. The door opened, and Tracy was there, wearing only a smi...

I am a strong woman. I have always known that. I was a tomboy and grew up playing sports in high school. But I've also had an interest in writing. And that naturally brought me to journalism. And my personal fortitude made me a strong advocate and seeker of justice, particularly for women who were powerless. To that end, I've gone undercover to write stories about trafficking and exploitation. I'm proud of my work and I'm...

My name's Kelly, and I have an identical twin sister named Shelly. We're both 18 and seniors in high school. It's awesome being twins. A lot of twins strive for individuality, but not us. We lean into it, and we love it. Our parents think they can tell us apart, but even they get it wrong a lot. That kinda works in our favor. Our parents are really strict and have always spanked us when we were naughty. And, like everythi...

It's Amy again. You can't get rid of me so easily. The last time I wrote it was about my first time with James. He was... well, a bit of an eye opener for me. Ever since my teen years, boys had been an utter disappointment. I gave up early in my twenties and decided the entire lot of them weren't worth the bother. I am not blind to biological reality, and recognized that I couldn't convince all my sisters out there, so th...

It's me again, Samantha. I wrote last time about getting my dad to spank me and recording it on my phone. Watching myself getting a painful spanking was the hottest thing I had ever done, but I knew even then that it was only a way to fill a gap. I knew I was going to need to find a man to replace Daddy and give me the painful spankings I found so... well... sexy. I can hear it now. "Doesn't a spanking hurt? How could you...

I've got to tell you about last night. My God, I don't know what words can give it justice... but it was the best sex I'd ever had. I've always been shy. The boys in high school stared at me a lot, and that just made me nervous. The few who tried to make time with me gave up... I guess I didn't play the game right, but that's because nobody ever taught me the rules. College was worse. My choices seemed to be either the li...

Finding a good babysitter is hard. My wife and I are very picky and a little paranoid, but we would go crazy if we didn't have a chance to go out together just the two of us. So when we found Mary, we thought we found the perfect angel to watch over our son. Well, yes and no. Mary was 21, only about 5'2" or so. She was fairly thin, and pretty much always wore outfits that were tight on her and showed off her figure. She h...

I don't quite know where to begin. My name is Mary and I'm a junior in college. To make a little extra money I got a gig babysitting for a nice couple. Their son is polite and well behaved and we have a lot of fun. And once he's in bed, I've got the house to myself until they come home. And the money is pretty darned good for what's a pretty easy job. I mainly deal with the Mr. - he texts me to ask if I'm available, usual...

Charles 5 was overjoyed at how the day went. He had spent the entire afternoon at the float-disc arena and had been beaten nearly every opponent. The one guy who managed to slip a disc past him and into the net was a sandman. Naturally. Still, it was his favorite thing to do and he spent as much time in the arena as he could. The door of his quarters closed behind him and he stripped off his clothes and stepped straight i...

It's me again - Samantha. I wrote last time about the fantasies I have about being spanked, and that the only outlet I have for that is my Dad. It's been a while since he spanked me - as I've gotten more mature. I think I've become less mouthy, and that's mostly why. But for a while now, despite how much I hate getting spanked (and disappointing him enough for him to punish me), there's nothing that makes me cum harder th...

Congratulations on entering into a domestic discipline relationship! You've given your husband the reins and it's his responsibility to help you stay on the straight and narrow path of good behavior and obedience. This is a new direction for you, but rest assured that it is a well-worn path for many women. And in many ways it is a far easier path. Letting your husband lead you relieves you of a lot of decision-making and...

She was at it again. The redhead with the fierce green eyes. I'd seen her a few times before in this bar, playing her little game with the rest of the women who came here to find someone. I knew her game because I played it too. And she was good. By my count, she was four for five - and given that she was picking up straight women made it even more impressive. I knew her game because I played one like it. Like every other...

Ok. It's me again, Amy. I don't know how this happened. I've spent my whole adult life being the one in control. The men who tried to make time with me were always either entitled assholes or worthless supplicants begging for my attention. And that's why I've gone after hetero women and given them a proper lovemaking experience. Last time I wrote about one of those nights. What's happened now... well, it has me questionin...