You use the key to my house and think it is strange that all is quiet. You call my name, but no answer. Checking the bedroom, you see me tied to my bed with a gag in my mouth. You had paid for a professional Domme to visit me. You see my cock is rock hard and there is a note attached to the rope. The one hour was not enough time. I gave him Viagra and punished his arse. He has not cum. You better take the pegs from his ni...

Broken In – Part 1 Dave awkwardly maneuvered the flat-screen TV up the stairs to Leah’s bedroom, the weight of it nothing compared to the nervous energy tightening in his chest. At twenty-four, he ran his own handyman service and had been working on and off at Leah’s house for nearly a year. She was forty-five, stunning, with a presence that came off strong, even dominating, that some people found intimidating—off-putting...

It’s the 23rd of December and you and I stay at a motel to enjoy our holiday in the north. We are sleeping together, and I wake up super horny with a hard dick. I see you still sleeping, completely naked and wrapped in our blanket. I look at your beautiful face, imagining that I could do whatever I wanted with you. Carefully, trying not to wake you up, I remove the blanket. I see you lying there, completely exposed, ready...

I’d known all day he was close to breaking — every glance, every brush of my body against his had wound him tighter. It was delicious, watching him try to maintain composure even as I chipped away at it piece by piece. A casual touch to the back of his neck, a whisper grazing his ear, the way I'd let my fingers trail down his spine just long enough for him to second-guess whether it was accidental or intentional. He’d hel...

Not always was Gangurru as now we do behold him, but a different kind of Man, with a Teeny Tiny Dick. He was strong and he was handsome, and his pride was inordinate. Yet he mourned the size of his cock, which dangled forlorn and unloved between his thighs. He played with it sadly as he lay on an outcrop in the Middle of Australia, and he went to the Little Goddess Fqa. Fqa was thin and lithe, with pert brown nipples and...

The bedroom was a shadowed sanctuary, bathed in the flickering glow of candles that cast sinuous silhouettes across the walls, each one pulsing in time with Moira’s racing heart. Her voluptuous body lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, her creamy skin glistening against the white silk sheets, her fiery red hair a wild cascade framing her flushed face. Her full breasts strained against a black lace bra, the delicate fab...

Fate shone on Jayson when all three of his playing partners pulled out of his golf trip. One from illness, a second from work commitments, and a third from not having recovered from appendicitis surgery as well as he expected. Always the caring husband, Jayson felt compelled not to share this news with Isla, who most certainly made plans for her week alone. Jayson used his time wisely, finalising plans, reworking strategi...

Brooke needed to fucking unplug. There was no one to talk to — complain to, more like — about the relentless noise of grinding gears in her head. After all, everything was going better for her than anyone could possibly ask for. She was the first woman to qualify for the Grand Prix in over 30 years — longer than she had even been alive. And she was going to be the first one to win. That was according to her, of course… bu...

May 29, 2023 – London (Hampstead) – 10:00 p.m. (approx.) « Chronicles of Astrid Latour – Part 48 (…or at least the entry I’ll write if I ever get out of this mess!) This is a disaster! Well… maybe. I don’t know. Anyway—let’s focus on the facts. Fact number one: I am officially the dumbest, most naïve girl in all of London. Who spends fifteen whole days studying self-bondage, laughing at all those “self-bondage gone wrong”...