I met Celia on Finder. My divorce was final, and just as I was ready to go out and spread some celebratory wild oats, Covid 19 came to America. So, I freed myself exactly when I couldn't celebrate my freedom. So, I read. I wrote. I chatted. I invested in sex toys until the day came when the Sorting Hat dropped me into House Moderna and felt like I could go out and expose myself to the world. I downloaded Finder, wrote up...

I found myself in the shower with Molly Wegeman. She's tall and slim, and her body was laced with tattoos. The biggest of which had the word Dispossessed written in big blue script just above her belt-line. She had tats in a lot of places, of wolves and bikes, and a hairy man with a big dick on her shoulder. Molly and I had never gotten along. She started hanging with the Dispossessed sophomore year, riding with the biker...

I press my thumbs hard into Andy's trapeziuses and he groans, working out the knots in his legs. Andy is beautiful, a principal dancer in the ballet. He is tall for a dancer, broad-shouldered, and the very image of a manly man. He is strong because dancers are strong and totally fit. An unfit person cannot hold extreme body positions or make the incredible leaps required in modern dance. I love working on his body. He is...

“Kneel for me,” Salome commands from the other room.  Erin and I obey, resting our knees upon pillows, we look at each other and smile, our fingers lacing together. Mistress is in Her boudoir and that means she is getting a toy. It means she means to fuck us and who does not delight in being fucked? We wait, exchanging glances with an eye upon the doorway, ready to come to attention when Mistress returns.  Salome steps th...

I'd headed for New York fresh from drama school. My goal had been to become an actress, but at the time I had succeeded only in becoming a waitress, and I worked at the kind of place where the men holding martinis felt empowered to give my butt a pat and blow Chesterfield smoke in my face.  But it was a job, and I was in New York and I knew I was going to make it.  Back then I shared an apartment in the Village with three...

I was walking home along Route 39 out by the chicken farms and I was pissed. Steve and I had been at the lake necking and I was more than good with a little kissy-face with him. What I wasn't good with was Steve suddenly whipping his thing out and pushing my head down on it. A fist to his balls ended his romantic evening plans. Furious, I grabbed my purse and stormed out of his car. And Steve had the nerve to call me a bi...

I was asleep in our bed when I heard the lock turn. Sleepy eyes, I slipped out of bed, and pulled on my robe to peek into the living room. Erin had come through the door, dragging her suitcases, laptop slung over her shoulder. She saw me and grinned and we skipped across the room to embrace. Erin is Mistress Salome's other sub. In many ways, we are different. I work in a local office as a junior executive. I am home every...

I lie bent over our bed and Salome kneels behind me. Slowly, patiently her tongue licks each and every welt she left upon my bottom. She is methodical, starting at top left, following the line the cane left, moving across my buttocks, then down the next, slowly sweeping, Her tongue seeking out the ridges with patience and care. I feel her nose across my bottom, touching me as She moves from welt to welt.  My Mistress care...

I know tonight will be serious, even as Salome snaps the cuffs tight about my wrists, binding me to the ceiling. I watch as she heads to the rack to choose what item's kiss I will know. I always feel fear as she goes there, wondering what flavor of pain or pleasure I shall know. I am afraid, but my cunt is not. It tingles and moistens, making me a liar for my fears.  Mistress Salome chooses the crop, lean and white. She w...

Mistress took me to a play party that Saturday. I was still a bit too sore from the other day, so she would not test me in front of others. Not that I would mind, I enjoy knowing all eyes are on me, even when my skin burns and my body shakes with pain. But the fact is that after hard use, even the most dedicated submissive needs time to recuperate. And I did, though I very much wished it otherwise.  The play party was hel...

Salome moans a high-pitched lilt that sends thrills through me. Her hips undulate, dancing upon my lips, tracing a meandering path for her pearl along my outstretched tongue. Back and forth her hips rock, as I taste the One I adore. I see her, mouth open, eyes rolled back, her belly muscles stretching, and breasts softly swaying as she makes of me her mount.  Involuntarily I reach up, wanting to hold that sweet bottom as...

They shine with fresh chemicals, sending signals across the bar room,  Midnight red and full of promise, they proclaim you.  Softly their corners twist upward in a smile, They tell me I'm welcome, and I wonder how far my welcome extends. Red wine does not change them but the smile remains,  Oh, how I want to kiss them to feel their softness, to taste the lipstick lighting your gates. You lean forward and contact is made....

As I held up the plug,  Light reflecting off the blue jeweled end and the silvery ball, I thought of You   As I squeezed out the lubricant, Clear gel spreading across the ball, I dreamed of You   As I bent over to expose my bottom,  Head down on the sheets, bottom high, the plug glistening in my hand, I imagined You behind me,   As I pressed it to my backside,  Pressing it against my pucker, pushing and releasing, pushing...

Sally was cleaning up at Shepherd's Bar, a roadhouse out on Rt 62. It was past closing time, but she knew there was a party outback because the real money was after hours. So long as things stayed quiet the cops wouldn't pay attention, for the very good reason that the Sheriff was likely to be there. But Shepherd's everybody saw, so it had to close and she was head of the closing crew. She wiped down the counters and watc...

“Dani, you know I love you,” Shirley bleated out, leaning over me to reach down to my crotch, to rub Big Girl that stood harnessed to my groin.  The curvy girl rubbed and pressed her breasts tight to my arm, hoping to entice me into sex. Shirley often tried that, and often it worked but I wasn't in the mood for that. “Not today, Shirley.”  I pushed her away, staring at the tumbler in front of her on the aging mahogany bar...