She tugged a little at the cords holding her wrists to the posts on each corner of the bed’s headboard. He had tied them quite securely, but loosely enough so that she could move her arms about six inches in any direction. The cords were made of soft green velvet and actually felt good against her skin. He had tied similar velvet cords around her ankles and attached the cords to two hooks hanging from the ceiling. They held her legs about two feet apart, just wide enough for a body to fit comfortably between them, and about a foot above the bed. She had just finished a very warm…

CHAPTER 1 Thursday night, 10 p.m. and Megan Flaherty is at my door. She’s been here many times before. Megan’s tall and willowy, with raven-black hair, freckles around the eyes, and a thousand-megawatt smile. She’s a good catholic girl. Says her prayers. Attends mass on Sundays. But she’s strayed pretty far down the path to temptation. Put simply, she likes to fuck — a lot. Let’s just say that ten Hail Marys and ten Our Fathers isn’t going to get it done at this point. At first glance, she appears prim and proper, dressed for the office in a pressed skirt, tidy blouse and respectable shoes. But a closer look…

Dawn and I had been seeing each other regularly for about a month. The sex was amazing and she was an eager and willing student, wanting to try every method, position and fetish possible, since she had never had sex with a man before. We shared plenty in common, besides our sexual libidos, which made spending time together a pleasant experience. We enjoyed going out and doing things that new couples do together, such as going to the movies, eating out and going to the dance clubs. It was one particular Friday night that she wanted to go to a new dance club that she had heard about on the…

I arrived at the rally bathed in glorious summer sun. There were more than 300 bikes expected to attend this year, and if last year’s rally was anything to go by no one would be disappointed. I unpacked the Harley and pitched the tent in the corner of the field. It was early afternoon and there were only three other tents rigged. I sipped a beer as I admired my fast workmanship – tent, groundsheet, stool, sleeping bag were all set, ready for me to crash into later that evening. Jeff and Kelly were in the tent next to mine. Jeff was in his early 40’s and Kelly probably five…

Miles pulls into his partner’s drive, knowing Sara will be home alone with her husband out of town on business.He sees Sara and calls out, “Hey, mouse.”Sara turns and waits at the front door, wondering what he wants.He smiles and asks to come inside, having some papers to drop off. Once inside, he stares into Sara’s eyes and then aggressively kisses her, putting his tongue down her throat, intertwining his with hers.Surprising Sara with his forwardness, she stands frozen in shock. Then, remembering their elevator ride and being on her knees giving Miles a blow job, she recalls that her husband told her she was his little mouse, which gave…

The afternoon started innocently enough. It just didn’t end that way, although it was not entirely my fault. This would end up being one of those events that hindsight would have completely prevented, and in many ways I wish it had. But I cannot go back and change it. It was my first year at the University of Vermont, or UV as we called it. Burlington up in northern New England is a nice enough place, not very large, a good college town for the most part. But best of all for me, and for a lot of us as students, was that if you got on your bike, in…

“Laura, are you sure this new restaurant is alright?” I asked.It was February 14th, Valentine’s night, but we had failed to book early enough to get into our normal eating haunts. There was not a chance of us getting in anywhere popular, especially as this year Valentine’s Day fell on a Friday.“Greg, it was the only place that was still taking reservations. Next time; you book, as you promised to do!”Laura, my beautiful wife of ten years, was quietly reminding me that I had forgotten the one thing she had asked me to do. Book a restaurant for Valentine’s night, so I could take her out for a romantic candlelight…

His semi hard cock strains against the fabric of his tight gym shorts. He strokes his cock through the thin fabric and whimpers as his sensitive rod grows to full length. Standing up, he removes all his clothes. He brings the sweaty crotch of his shorts to his nose and inhales the masculine juices that has soaked the fabric. His cock is rock hard now. Glancing at the large wall mirror, he runs his fingers down his rigid cock. Every muscled curve is perfect, well defined and shiny with sweat. His gel slicked hair sits perfectly upon his head as does the light stubble that dusts his intense jawline. He…

“I’ll protect you. Do what’s best for you.””What do you need from me?” “Obedience.” His promises buckled my knees, and I fell into submission.  Master Ataşehir Escort told me to strip. Ataşehir Escort Bayan My inhibitions Escort Ataşehir fell with each piece of clothing. He reached deep inside my pussy and my soul, freed my inner cravings, stretched my limits, spanked away harmful behaviors. I swallowed his cum in rapture… night after night.Then he took me for granted, smothering his promises. He forgot I was the root of his power. I left him on his knees — his cock in one hand — my collar in the other. 

For our anniversary, he scheduled us for a couples massage at the spa I like to go to. We enjoyed some tea in the waiting room until they called us in. They gave us the usual overview and stepped out to let us disrobe. I have laid my clothes aside and situated myself under the covers. As my husband was finishing getting settled, I was started by his hand reaching under the cover up my leg. I jumped a bit in surprise. When I felt him rub my crotch, I giggled bit realizing he was giving me a quick tease. He liked to do this often at home and must…