We woke in Belize the next morning, with only three more nights to go on the cruise. I lay next to my beautiful, sleeping bride, and thought those nights seemed to hold danger. I watched the rays shining in through the skylight, and they seemed to bring clarity. A dark fantasy didn’t seem very enticing in the light of day, and Willow’s switch of partners from the night before was flogging my ego with shame. I quickly disc...

I travelled to Europe last year for a holiday and due to some unforeseen circumstances, found myself with a few extra days in London with no immediate plans. So, like any gay guy does when in a new city, I jumped on Grindr to see who and what was around. After making my way through the usual round of average Joe’s… and worse, I got chatting to this handsome Spanish guy. He said his name was Alex, same age as me, thirty. H...

My friend Suzie and I were listening to records when my Mum popped her head round the door and told me they were going to visit an old friend next Sunday and would be home late. I couldn’t wait to tell Mike and as soon as the coast was clear I called him to give him the news. When I went back into my room, Suzie wanted to know what I’d been so excited about. I bluffed and avoiding answering as long as I could but eventual...

As we entered the room, everyone stopped talking. They turned and stared at us. They knew why we were there...I had disobeyed Daddy.  Silently, Daddy positioned me on display in front of these strangers and stripped me - leaving me only in thigh high stockings and heels. He pushed me down to kneel, blindfolded me, and wrapped my collar tightly around my throat. He attached a leash and dragged me around for everyone to see...

Guilt. Shame. Anxiety. Humiliation. All these feelings—amplified by a poisonous hangover—greeted Karen when she woke up in Brandee’s hotel room bed the next morning. “Rise and shine, party girl!” Brandee sang. “What a wonderful wingman you were last night! Weren’t those boys yummy?” Karen rubbed throbbing eyeballs and tried not to recall the previous evening. It began with a wine-soaked dinner. Afterward, they went out… O...

Yes, lamia do in fact enjoy hunting. We see a fair number of them at the reserve, albeit far fewer than hellhounds, werewolves, and the like. I’m pretty good at evading them myself but every once in a while one gets the drop on me, sometimes literally. One of my favorite lamia stories actually took place during one of our peak seasons, which is a little odd. I enjoy peak, don’t get me wrong, but all my favorite encounters...

“You need a warm, blood-filled, lengthening cock in you – not some cold, lifeless dildo,” he says. I walk away, soul-searching what I really need.  Later that night… Reassuring eyes unlock my caged heart. Whispered words penetrate my guarded mind. Ravenous mouth and tongue melt my frigid sex. In my eyes, by the time she straps it on, it’s a natural extension of her. As she fucks me, she becomes my religion and I shout Her...

Rain rattled against the window like rice on a drum skin, and the house groaned as the wind wheezed through gaps around the old doors. Emily tried again to convince herself she was not scared; the old Emily would not have been, but the old Emily had gone and the new one was stumbling in the dark. This weekend was supposed to be another step on her road to recovery, but she’d fallen at the first hurdle. She’d gone to bed e...

I approach the bed cautiously. I can tell you still want me and I definitely desire you. How can that be so? You're not en femme, but still, I am transfixed by your waving appendage. I take my place at your side and our lips meet in an old familiar embrace. We kiss long and passionately.  "Wow! I exclaim," I've never kissed a man before," I pant.  "Of course you have, silly, you've been kissing one all weekend," is your b...

JO"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jo could hear, a sexual cry that woke her up at three in the morning. It was her first day in her new house for University and to be fair the other two girls had warned her of Sarah, the sexual siren whose bedroom was next to hers.The dual wail of her man and her high pitched shriek was evidence that their midnight tryst was coming to its orgasmic end. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Screamed Sarah at the top of her voice...

She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. That had been quicker than usual. She hadn't expected this to make her horny, but clearly, something about the situation was doing it for her. Most likely the thought of winning, she thought. Or at least the thought of Lewis's face when he found out she'd beaten him. When she went back into the living room, there was a text waiting on her phone. It was Tim: "Close by. Let m...