Mark was a single 35-year-old male with an obsession on femdom. In his marriage he was too intimidated to broach the subject with his ex-wife. She ended up leaving him due to a lack of sex. It wasn’t that he didn’t want sex, he just had different needs and did not know how to communicate those needs. It was Friday night, and Mark was wearing his chastity cage. He wore it often and had fantasies of meeting a woman with the...

So my wife has been visiting her family for the last week. We haven't met since last Monday. We just got married two months ago, so this was the first time we've been away from each other since we got married. We have both kind of been pretty vanilla up until this point, but we've talked about and been excited by kinky things. She is mostly vanilla/a submissive, and I am mostly the one who takes charge, but sometimes she...

After the experience we’d had last year, there was no way Siobhan and I weren’t going to buy tickets for the next Comicorgy as soon as they were available. I was even more nervous this time around, however, as we presented our tickets at the gate. We were wearing the same revealing scarlet spandex costumes as before — Terrance and Tiffany Tempest — and I was pleased to have gathered a few knowing smiles and approving nods...

Kevin’s heart hammered against his ribs the second he heard the cab pull up outside the house. He rushed from the couch to the middle of the living-room rug, dropping to his knees naked except for the steel cage locked tight around his aching cock, exactly the way she liked him to greet her after a night out. The tiny padlock clicked softly against the metal with every shallow breath he took. The engine idled for a long m...

“Oh, they’re cute,” Emily whispered nervously, her hand brushing across the red lingerie. The woman behind the counter in the adult sex shop looked her customer up and down. Emily was forty-something and single, she deduced. Recently styled brown hair, white blouse, black knee-length skirt and heels masking a reasonably toned body. But definitely lonely, with a vibrator held awkwardly in her hand. The assistant’s eyes joi...

His breath caught in his chest as the carriage pulled to a well-practiced stop before the elegant, vine-wrapped gates. The rising beat of anticipation grew, every sound a flutter, every sight a surging pulse. His hands clenched once against his legs, then relaxed. Only once. Decorum dictated at least a façade of nonchalance. A gloved hand swung the carriage door open as another figure opened the gates. The rider launched...

I felt the weight of the evening pressing down on me from the start, the air in our spacious suburban home thick with the scent of gourmet food—truffle sauce mingling with the sharp tang of fine red wine—and the subtle perfumes of the women: Moira's signature vanilla and musk, Lisa's crisp citrus, Tara's sweet floral notes, and Sophia's warm spice. The crystal chandeliers overhead cast a warm, golden glow across the polis...

Rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The water droplets filtering Arlington's lights across the Potomac turned them into a kaleidoscope of gold and crimson bokeh. On the other side of the glass, two women sat in intimate seclusion, basking in the amber glow of chandelier light. Sergeant Major Williams traced one blood-red nail around the rim of her wine glass. Her dewy, glistening crimson lipstick smeared t...