My excitement matched the general buzz on the train as it departed towards its dedicated destination, a benefit concert in Ellis Park.  We were a group of strangers on our way to the same party so everyone was bent on having fun. Clearly, the party had started early for some, as I could smell the odd whiff of alcohol. I had to work that morning, so I was traveling alone and would be meeting two friends, Mack and John at t...

Chad looked at Reina and smiled. God, she was so beautiful and for the next several hours, all his. For a split second, he wanted to just call the whole thing off and take her back to his place and just make love to her. But that wouldn’t be fair to Reina. She’d clearly taken the time to prepare for Task 12, and at this point she would probably be pissed off or disappointed if he didn’t give her the chance to complete the...

The moment I hear the strike of the match against the box I know I'm in more trouble. The whoosh of oxygen racing to fuel the flame. The fizz and crackle as it catches. The flicker that the blindfold makes impossible to perceive, yet my mind sees anyway. I struggle. Rope bites my wrists behind me. Gnaws the swell of my breasts, and flesh of each thigh bound to its calf. Intricate, showy knots, I expect, his firm loving gu...

This story is based upon a photo series, “The Bet”, by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who started a photo series under this same name at https://bramleyappletheforbiddenfruit.blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the model featured in “The Bet”, and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don’t speak. I present to you this tale of a bet go...

Another overheated day in July. The humidity made it feel downright Venusian. Sweat stains blossomed on my sister's T-shirt. Her underarm stains expanded, joining up with her underboob stains, which joined with her interboob stain and her neckline stain, and pretty soon her whole T-shirt was saturated. This, despite the fact she wasn't exerting herself; she was lolling on our parents' sofa. We were watching a show about p...

I know a letter is old school, but there's something about the tactility of paper. A physical connection you can't get from email or text. It warms me to think that the very paper you're holding right now has been in my hands, beneath fingers that yearn to one day touch and hug you for real. But I'm getting ahead of myself already. You have that effect. Like all good letters, this one starts with a confession: I'm inexpli...

Snowflakes melt on my face as I numbly trudge through the ever-deeper cover of cotton-like snow. I give a silent prayer to the Gods for the cold. Else I would never have gotten this far. I reach a patch of windswept land and up my pace. A backward glance tells me my pursuers are lagging behind. This is my territory. My terrain. I know how to make friends with the spirits of ice and rock. Not far now. The glacier sits just...

In the tiny foyer of their hotel room in San Diego, Stacy Lancaster used her husband. He was flat on his back on the floor. They were not making love; she was riding Jared's dick like it was her own personal toy. The smooth motions of Stacy's hips sped up. She lowered her upper body onto Jared, bowing her head beside his and resting her chin on his shoulder. Her sensitive nipples tickled along his chest. As she humped mor...

After testing to be sure Maple was tied securly, Red handed me the pan of ice cubes and the slender bottles of very warm water. I was still positioned between Maple's legs, looking at a very wet pussy. I was confused as to what she wanted me to do. I heard her laugh as she took an ice cube and touched it to Maple's exposed clit. Maple inhaled sharply as I watched the once exposed clit retract into the protection of it's s...

"You're going to have to move your legs apart a bit. The strap won't go around them if they are that close," Ethan informed me as he tightened the straps on my arms. I gritted my teeth and carefully shuffled my feet apart a few centimeters, trying to keep my knees firmly closed. It wouldn't have been a problem if, when Ethan had called me needing a guinea pig, he had informed me I would be taking part in his syncope exper...