Laura had managed the smart art gallery in Soho for nearly seven years. It had been her dream since she left university. She loved art, music and reading books and spent her day soaking up an eclectic mix of influences. She had done well in her career and was a highly respected expert on modern art with strong views on sexuality. Her underlying position was against anything that could be classified as objectifying women....

After a sexy, romantic morning, kissing, teasing, planning, Mr. D. told Reggie to shower and then laid out her clothes for the shopping trip. They were going to choose some sexy new clothes for her, and it would be an erotic adventure for them both. Reggie came into the bedroom, naked and warm from her shower, soft and sexy, and Mr. D. watched her, looking for and finding the submission in her eyes. His arousal, already s...

Mi Amor, Last night, lying in this empty bed, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Your absence is an echo that resonates in every corner of my soul, and although distance separates us, my body and my heart cry out for you with an intensity that burns inside me. I miss you so much it hurts, a longing that lives right beneath the surface of my skin and won't leave me alone. As the shadows played on the walls, my mind was fi...

Chapter 5: Swimming Lessons The massage session left me languid, my body humming like a plucked string. Leena, too, was draped in a dreamy haze, sprawled beside me on the bed. The air conditioner's misty breath kissed my skin, coaxing me to slip into an orange crinkle crop top and a matching knee-length skirt. The feather-light fabric danced over my curves, skimming my midriff to bare my toned navel. Without bra or pantie...

I’m spending a quiet day at home, or at least that’s my plan until my phone buzzes on the coffee table as I finish straightening up the living room. “Good morning, my beautiful little submissive. I know you were planning to spend the day at home but, alas, I have other plans for you. Here's task # 7, an away task that may provide a dose of thrills and a risk of humiliation for you. When getting ready to go shopping, or ou...

The Theater Seat – Chapter Five: The Ride Home The ride home was unbearable. Not just because my cock throbbed like it had its own heartbeat, swollen and denied. Not just because my mind was replaying the sounds of her moaning, gagging, begging — the way her voice climbed each time a new man pushed inside her. Not even because she still hadn’t looked at me. It was because she looked better than ever, like she’d just been...

Emily had always been a free spirit. Adventurous by nature, she never missed a chance to explore the unexpected. One lazy afternoon, flipping through a magazine, she stumbled across a list of “bucket list regrets.” One woman wrote she wished she’d gone skinny dipping at least once in her life. Emily chuckled. The idea seemed silly—yet strangely alluring. That night, the thought lingered. She imagined herself, unencumbered...

As Saturday strikes noon, Spring approaches Summer and the blossoms start to fall, Allie Everett decides that sunbathing season has arrived. So she takes her sunglasses, her sandals and her beach blanket, and she lays herself out in the garden. Allie's a tall girl, and so her legs stretch past the blanket's length and out onto the lawn; green blade tickle her ankles, and she frowns a little. She'll have to get her - no, w...

She kissed it. Just once — soft, slow — lips brushing the shaft like a promise. Then she smiled around the filter of her cigarette and slid it back between her lips. “Don’t touch it,” she said, dragging smoke into her lungs. “Let it hurt.” I was standing there with my cock out, throbbing in the night air, aching from everything she’d just done. She didn’t smack it. Didn’t spit. Didn’t humiliate. No — she’d treated it lovi...

Sooner than seemed possible, Leslie's fall classes began. The return to the usual bustle of walking around thousands of other students was a strange and unsettling return to a "normal" that felt ever more distant the more she got involved with her job as a pet. She found a parking space and walked to her first class, Fundamentals of Ecology—one of the core classes of her Environmental Sciences major—late Tuesday morning....

The Theater Seat – (Chapter 3)Chapter Three: The Park After Dark We drove in silence for about three minutes, the air still thick with everything we hadn’t said. She didn’t look at me. She just smoked — slow, sensual drags that glowed against her cheek like embers. Then she pointed. “Turn here.” It was a sprawling park on the outskirts of town — one of those places that straddles the line between wholesome and seedy depen...

Even while Matthew and I were driving to the bachelor's party I still wasn't sure whether I would have the courage to go through with the strip show. I was dressed in an old sweatshirt and jeans, with my stripper gear in a bag. Could I do it? I was full of doubts and anxiety, but excited at the same time. The thought of peeling my clothes off in front of a crowd of men was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. The house turn...

I've mentioned previously about our adventure on vacation and this story is another. On this occasion our accommodation wasn't the preferred room. Instead, the room was toward the rear of the complex, still with a balcony and this time with steps leading directly to the rooftop lounge area which, on prior occasions, we'd frequent for afternoon drinks and nibbles. After a morning at the beach followed by lunch at one of th...