Half an hour later I was back in my own house, luxuriating in a warm bath. The wonderful machine and incredible dildo had been wiped clean of my juices and the cover replaced. The basement looked as if the previous hour had not happened. The same could not be said of my body. After drying myself on a large fluffy towel I dressed in a high-necked T-shirt to conceal the post-orgasmic pinkness of my chest but there was nothi...

Where did it all begin, my road to ruin? What was the first step on the path that has since led me into a career that has no place on a nice girl’s curriculum vitae? My grandmother has a number of sayings. Two of them seem to sum up my situation perfectly: ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ and ‘Pride comes before a fall’. I was both incurably curious and unjustifiably proud that bright summer morning as I climbed out of bed. Bar...

It was later on Monday that I finally got around to calling Kim. We made plans for a quick 'lunch' at the local hotel on Wednesday. I'd reserved a room and sent her the info. We could arrive anytime after eleven am and have the room for the night. But, of course, we would only be there for an hour or so since I had to work and she had to be home for her son after school. Wednesday arrived, and our tentative plan was that...

Joy was in for a surprise during our three-hour soiree this coming Wednesday.  Sharon would have been, too, except I needed her involvement since we couldn't meet at home.  I'd acquired a Maestro fucking machine with a dual-penetration adapter from a former lover.  She finally settled down, and her new hubby took such good care of her that she didn't need it anymore. I needed Sharon's involvement because I didn't have a p...

Demelza was beside herself. Filled with the fear and the panic that said, quite firmly, she would never be sexually satisfied. She often sat home-alone and looked at the four walls of her semi-detached house. She never thought of herself as sexually liberated, but she craved to be satisfied.The problem was she was big. Not big in the sense of being a large woman. Big as in, her sexual organ was big. The doctor had told he...

It was 1873 and the Texas city of Sandaria had a bustling BDSM community. The most well known of the dungeons was the Yellow Rose Club run by Master Wicked X and his main submissive Sarah. Besides all the usual dungeon furniture and devices, Master X was most proud of his brand new steam powered Fucking Piston Machine, which he fondly referred to as the Pounder. He was an inventor of sorts and had spent several years perf...

Diane mournfully caressed the hard, thick, dildo attachment on the fucking machine that I had purchased as an anniversary present for her a few months ago. She still thought it was unfair that she couldn't use it when I wasn't around. It seemed selfish... the machine was for her after all - it was designed and built for a woman's pleasure. And Diane needed some of that pleasure in a bad way! The machine had a keyed lock o...

Diane and I have been married for a little over ten years now, having met while in college. For our tenth anniversary this year, I bought my loving wife a very special present. You see, my Diane loves sex - I mean she really LOVES sex. She describes herself as a nymphomaniac, although she has never been "officially" diagnosed as such. But that doesn't matter she acts like one and that's where the problem lies. Now I know...