Submission Stories

Please - Don’t Make Me Do It. CHAPTER ONE Carol was alternating between despair and furious anger. After 30 years of marriage. How could he, the absolute mean-hearted, two timing, treacherous devious bastard how could he?She had been aged 22 years and freshly out of University when she met him. She quickly fell in love and he equally quickly bedded and wedded her. Now she was 52 and he was the only man she had ‘known’ sin...

I love for my woman to be a slut while in the bedroom or if we are in a sexual situation.I’m into fucking, not making love. I have found some women love to be a whore in the bedroom and treated as such, no matter what their true lifestyle (in fact many of them are the farthest thing from being a true slut in their life). These are the women that I’m attracted to sexually and enjoy being with to fuck. The problem is that t...

It was one of those lonely days that spilled over into thedarkness where again nothing awaited me but empty silence,or the droning hum of the television. It had been a long time since we’d done anything really spectaculartogether. He was always working; I had my own career, butnothing that even mildly interfered with my loving him. I still had a good body, I was clean, and I was smart. Thenwhy? I wondered. What is worse?...

"Crawl over here!" he was told. Madam had a wickedswing, so he knew better than to argue. He did his best toposition himself the way she had pointed for him to do. Shestood before him in all her glory with the cruelest instrumentof torture. He hated and loved it when Madam chose to givehim her attentions. "Now, worship my feet as you havebeen taught!" he crouched farther down and begankissing each one of her toes. She all...