It wasn't long before the craving returned. Even though the spankings always hurt more than Pete bargained for, the desire for punishment grew stronger than he could resist. His neighbor always knew what was best for him. She listened to him and understood him. He leaned on her emotionally far more than he realized. Driven with overwhelming need, he decided to reach out to her. He realized he never actually got her number...

"Now, you will get under the table and one by one... you have to rub our panties.” I had been punished by Anna Trusseau. Laughingly, I played along and took my shirt off. I threw it across the room like a stripper and flexed various muscles. The girls hooted and hollered and I crawled under the table—I had no choice. I had lost a bet during one of her games—one, that could only happen at the private gathering of the Great...

I rolled off the sofa, stood up, and then reached out a hand to her. She let me pull her off of the couch and then grabbed the TV remote off the side table. Barbarella was still on. I had been so completely absorbed in what we'd been doing, I had forgotten the movie was even on. I mean it had one hell of an opening scene, but now it looked like an angel was involved somehow. My sister turned it off. “That was weird,” she...

Erica awoke in Jake's arms and stretched out against them, her fingers curling in their chest hair. Jake, either already awake, leaned down and kissed her forehead, before getting up and padding naked across the carpet to fix them a free coffee from the machine. She took the chance to properly check out Jake's body. She'd seen pictures, of course, but in their earlier need for sex hadn't had the chance to properly look. N...

Bertie had once told her over dinner that no food drew him back to a specific time and place like two-dollar student discount pizza. While he’d never admitted it, Rachel knew from the occasional stain on his clothes that he indulged in that nostalgia perhaps a little more than he should. But she’d never gone to university, and the two-dollar slice he remembered from his school days now went for three-fifty. The only time...

It was a late afternoon, and the library was hushed as always, a haven of solitude and well-worn books. Jamie hunched over his stack of notes, earbuds tucked in as he struggled to focus on the chaos of equations splayed out on his laptop. The shy, nervous nineteen-year-old had barely left his seat all day, pushing through with dedication and discipline that bordered on compulsive. After all, who else would willingly spend...

So, of course, like most of us, it's when I've had a lot to drink on a night out that so many of my naughty experiences unfold. After a night of hardcore alcoholic volumes freeing my spirit. And tonight was no exception. This particular naughty experience started with Kerry, my close friend, and me going for a few drinks on a Saturday afternoon because we had nothing better to do, and vodka was as cheap as water in the St...

I. Jake Gnarley was dead. Since her lover’s passing, Ellen was despondent. So much so, that Ellen Easier Screw no longer fucked anyone. It was December 16, the eve of the first day of Saturnalia. As Ellen walked the bustling streets of London, she was greeted merrily where e’re she strode. A handsome young man flashed her. He wore not a stitch beneath his greatcoat, and his cock grew longer by the moment. “A fuck, my good...