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Honeymoon
The second suitcase packed, Emma plopped down on the bed. I finished looking around the hotel suite, making sure we weren’t forgetting anything. Main room – check. Bathroom – check. Balcony – check. Bedroom – check. Just our bags in here. And Emma, of course. I smiled at her. It was hard to believe our honeymoon was coming to an end. Only an hour or so before the taxi would be here to take us away from our little island paradise, to our flight back to the real world. I sat down on the edge of the bed next to Emma. She smiled at me. Still beautiful as ever. Chin-length…
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His for a Night
I saw her the first time in Bloomingdales, in the shoe department. I was looking for a new set of pumps to go with my fushia suit and she and I were the only one’s there besides the clerk, who was flitting back and forth between us. I hardly noticed her until I felt her next me, her hand lightly touching my arm. “That one”, she said, pointing to the one in my right hand. “The color is perfect with your suit.” That’s all she said and she walked back to the counters without saying a word. She was right though, I thought as I looked at the two shoes…
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High Point
Saturday, and September’s first wild winds had slammed into the coast, bringing with them a washout of a weekend. The couple’s outside plans had withered and died as the storm loomed on the weather maps. The crash of waves were swapped for rain hammering against window panes, picnic blankets for fleece ones, cuddles on the beach for snuggles on the sofa. They’d even drifted off together that afternoon, the talkshow radio soporific to him, the rise and fall of his chest to her. That evening the fast dying autumn light became obvious to them both, heavy dark grey skies accentuating that inevitable change of the seasons. They’d closed their curtains…
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Her Place Renewed
He places his foot on my ass as I am trying to crawl away from him, and pushes me hard down where I am laying on my belly on the floor. The wooden floor cold on my naked body as tears stream down my face. He places his foot on my lower back letting me know not to move. “Open your mouth you little slut. You think you can talk to me like that?” His voice surprisingly calm for the harsh words that stabbed into my heart. Reluctantly I open my mouth and he forces the ball gag roughly in. I know better than to fight him. I was wrong…
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Her Dom Ch. 03
The lights illuminated a room full of…well, if she were to be honest, items that looked like they would be at home in the Marquis de Sade’s dungeon. Two heavy wooden beams in the shape of an X with cuffs at each end of the beams…restraints dangling from the ceiling…whips and canes hanging from the walls…padded sawhorses with thick leather straps attached to chains…her eyes roamed all over the room, getting wider and wider with each new item registered on her consciousness. A squeak escaped from her lips and He looked at her. A fleeting look of compassion crossed His face, so fleeting that she questioned whether or not it…
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He Said not to Wear Knickers…
NB Both parties included in this story are over the age of 18 and are in a consenting BDSM switch relationship. ***** For the first time, you have requested a particular dress code: corset, stockings and high heels, covered by a rain coat. Nothing else. You didn’t specify that there would be consequences if I didn’t follow your instructions, but it was implicit in your message that you fully expect these orders to be followed. But the thought of doing this terrifies me. I want to please you, I really do, and the thought that I may disobey you makes me shiver. I decide, finally, that I will wear knickers…
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Happy Birthday! I Think?
“Come on, everybody knows you’re a slut! It’s not like you’re not into guys.” I called after her as she walked away. It was my eighteenth birthday, the first day of the school year, and for the last half hour I had been begging Elizabeth Cross to have sex with me. Elizabeth, or Ellie as she prefers to be called, was the captain of the schools cheer team. Every guy, and even some girls, in the school wanted to have sex with her. Her body was a beautiful 34-24-34. In other words, she was eighteen and just about every guys dream girl. “Did you just call me a slut?” Ellie…
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Help a Friend in Need
You got the text. Your friend was in need. She got into trouble. She liked to bet on sports and was on a losing streak. The past two weeks she borrowed money from her, but you told her it was the last time. But again she is persistent and keeps texting you for more money. The last text seemed kind of urgent and asked if you could meet her somewhere. You agreed. About 10 minutes away, you drive to a local hotel and meet her in the bar. She is frantic. She doesn’t know what to do. Her bookie said she has an hour to come up with the $1200…
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Good Samaritan
It was just another morning. Everyone had left the neighborhood to go to work. I was smoking a cigarette on the front porch when I noticed the lady a few doors down struggling to get her car started. She had recently moved in and I had not met her, but being the shadetree mechanic I was, I walked over and introduced myself. “Can I help you?” I offered. She looked up and said, “It won’t start. It was fine yesterday.” This was the first time I’d seen her close up. She was older, maybe in her early fifties, a pleasant looking woman, dressed professionally, a black business suit and heels.…
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H.E.R. – The Higher Erotic Range
Hello to all!! I’ve a fan for a few years on this site initially lurking at first and then I decided to join. Never regretted it. This is my first story ever and it continues to have rave reviews with those who I have shared it with. I first shared it elsewhere and who knows if it’s still there. I finally got the courage to share it on here. The inspiration: Stemming from thinking about a few sexual trysts, I wrote this piece a few years ago after an encounter with someone who pushed my imagining limits… as a result what you’re about to read was the results. Enjoy and…