The life Joyce knew was completely upended in a matter of weeks, even though it felt like a lifetime ago. Like a moth to a flame, she was irresistibly drawn into a hotbed of wickedness as she crossed the threshold of womanhood to learn her family’s deepest forbidden taboo secrets, transforming from a caterpillar into the most beautiful butterfly, gracefully swooping from one sexual adventure to the next. -x- The family we...

It was mid-afternoon when Chad pulled into the lot of the small market. An elderly man in bib overalls sat just outside the door, arms folded over his chest. His eyes held only mild curiosity as Chad approached. "We ain't got any gas, if that's what you're after," the man said. "I filled up in the last town, so I'm good." Chad offered his most disarming smile. "I'm actually wondering if you can tell me anything about the...

We had just finished the lentil tagine. One of the participants had overcooked the carrots, and Hannelore had made a point of that with a soft but unmistakable tap of her cane on the floor. Lunch had proceeded in its usual rhythm, bowls passing in silence, the soft sound of cutlery on ceramic. As I took a final sip of my tea, Hannelore placed her spoon down with a kind of deliberate grace and looked directly at me. "Joukj...

Countess Hannelore has employed me as her right hand in the Young Adults Development Centre. Mothers and fiancées place young adult men there for training in absolute submission. By the end of my first week at the Young Adult Development Centre, I had begun to settle into my role with surprising ease. Countess Hannelore, ever composed and incisive, had thrown me into the deep end with barely a word of instruction. But I u...

There I was, sitting in a quiet corner of Het Goude Hooft, hands wrapped around a latte that had long gone cold. Would she come? Was this real? Or had I walked straight into the hands of some delusional creep with a thing for vulnerable women? Or—just maybe—was this the moment? The moment something would break open inside me and the world would shift? Not that I had any reason to complain. When I was thirteen and told my...

Part I. Diane had put Trevor in a chastity cage. Now she was auctioning off his key. “Okay, girlfriends, let the festivities begin!” Announced Diane. In the living room were a dozen or so young women. Diane was in charge. She wore leather pants, a leather bustier, and a pair of velvet gloves that came up to her elbows. Her “fuck-me” boots had laces almost to her knee. Her jet black eye shadow matched her jet black lipstic...

Every time he stepped on the scale, he felt his stomach drop. Would it be enough? Would she be pleased? And every two weeks, Libby would cane him, her strokes precise and unforgiving. She never missed a beat, never gave an inch. You're doing well," she said one night, inspecting his bruised and battered body. "But you still have a way to go." He nodded. "Yes, mistress." "I'll be watching you," she warned. "Every bite you...

Normally I'm the one watching some hot bull fucking my sexy girlfriend. She enjoys having sex with a younger guy in front of me. Her favourite position is riding a big cock while at the same time enjoying the view of me sitting naked on a chair with my erection. Yes, it does turn me on big time when I see my hot Latino girl satisfying her lust for new cocks and cumming in front of my eyes. She confided that her orgasms we...

My name is Gabriella, and I am a sports journalist. When I heard that the coach of the Spanish women’s Olympic soccer team had been fired for having sex with one of the players, it sounded like just another case of a powerful man abusing his position for sexual gratification. But when I read an interview with the player at the heart of the matter, I sensed there was something different about this case. Something unusual....