This story is follows on from “Every Night?” After the excitement and fear and intensity of the first few days, coming home each night wondering whether Liam might have lost interest in this game yet, or if we were at least going to take a break for a few days, the annoyance, the humiliation, even just the damn pain, began to take a toll on my enthusiasm for this new game. Clearly, we were both excited by this side of our...

I walk into the club with Sir. I am wearing an off-the-shoulder short black knit swing dress. It shows off my ample breasts and clings to my round bottom. I have to admit, I feel good in this dress. It has been a few months since my relationship with Mr. B ended. I didn't think I would ever get over him until I met Sir. He is a Dom. This submissive/dominant thing is still strange to me, but it feels like what I need right...

Mateo’s flatmate, Elisa, is a total slut. Nearly every night of the week, Elisa brings someone back to their shared flat and fucks their brains out. Sometimes, she meets them at a club and they slip their hands up into her dress and finger her on the dance floor. Other times, she picks them up at the bar and she sucks their cock in the back of the taxi as they travel back to her bed. She even picks them up while she goes...

Lauren opened the door to their house and stepped inside. Putting her bag on the floor and keys on the front table she spied a note on the table. Opening it up, she found a message that would change the course of her evening and possibly the rest of her life. The note read: Dear Lauren, I have noticed that you’ve been remiss in your chores around the house. I think we need to discuss this matter, so I want you to come to...

Let the lover be. Let her throw abandon to the wind. spin you into the whirlpool. Let orderly papers be knocked into oblivion. The desk is needed for making love.   The cost of his loving is your entire life. Pay it.   Heaven cannot be added on a spreadsheet. What she gives freely is worth more than words. Don't think, don't hesitate. Dive into her head first.   Your salvation depends on it.

As Dave released his fucked wife from the stocks, his mind went back to the day before, when this adventure began. Their sex life had gone from vanilla to bondage and submission. They had entered a sex shop for the first time and been subjected to the humiliation of submission by the young shop owner, now known as Mistress Sarah. Both had felt the sting of her riding crop, and Sarah had had her cunt violated with a huge s...

I stare up at the tall, beautiful, sleek building that juts up toward the crisp cerulean sky in Midtown Manhattan. The Bank of America building has always appealed to me; it might not be the tallest building in New York City, but I like its unique design and the way that it overlooks Bryant Park and The New York Public Library. I'm so busy admiring the sleek design of the beautiful building that I barely pay any attention...

It has been almost a year now, and I long for more with James. I could not put into words how I felt, my feelings were stronger and more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. I would much rather be put through punishment than to dissatisfy him. I long for more pain with the pleasure.   He has pushed my limits further and further, and yet I crave more. I wasn’t sure how or why all of this has happened. I’ve never be...