He’s in his office, lights low, one hand around a glass of bourbon, the other lazily flipping through emails he doesn’t care about. Tie undone. Shirt sleeves rolled up. Completely relaxed. That lasts about ten more seconds. Because I walk in. No knock. No warning. Just lingerie—black, barely-there. One strap falling off my shoulder. Skin glowing. Confidence dripping from every step. I cross the room like it’s mine, becaus...

The dawn spilled like molten gold across the horizon, yet inside Velvetsin’s sanctum, shadows still clung to every corner like a velvet shroud, thick and intoxicating. Trent lay sprawled on the ebony chaise lounge, the collar snug around his throat, the obsidian pendant pressing cold and heavy against his skin, anchoring him to her will. He was stripped bare—physically and spiritually—marked not only by the ink and flame...

The following is a translation of a group of papyri recently excavated near Selçuk, not so far from the residence of the historian Tacitus when he was governor of the Roman province of Asia. The story is set around 61 AD. Lucius Claudianus Faber to Publius Cornelius Tacitus, greetings. The request you conveyed to me—though not by your hand but through a mutual acquaintance—I considered with respect due to your name and th...

“Tickets and resort booked using your credit card. Await further instructions on packing.” Mistress Victoria’s message flashed on my phone. I was buzzing with excitement for our weekend getaway to the island. Mistress Victoria and I were headed to a secluded resort in the Atlantic. It was a sex-positive, clothing-optional paradise. The thought alone was enough to make my cock throb with anticipation. For the last ten days...

The room was quiet in that padded, breathless way only night could bring. His door was locked, not just closed. The overhead lights were off, leaving only the soft, amber glow of his desk lamp casting long, golden shadows across his bare chest and the planes of his thighs. His skin looked warmer in that light, flush with heat and nerves and something deeper that he didn’t yet know how to name. He lay back against the pill...

This part is true. I have been fantasising about a cuckold lifestyle for half our married life, something my wife is totally unaware of. She knows I am into looking at porn on the internet 'occasionally' and I have also bought some films for us to watch but she has never shown any real interest even in ones with women taking and enjoying big cocks and so I had never pressed forward with showing her cuckold content. The fa...

I was in between heaven and hell... Kneeling naked in front of my new mistress, I didn't know how all this would end. Being aroused as I had never been in my whole life, on the one hand, and my adorable but bitchy sister-in-law as my new mistress, on the other hand. "I want to know what you feel like right now, slave," she briskly asked me. I was torn from lethargy by this question and had to think for a moment. What did...

As a young adult in his mid-twenties, Pete wasn't actively looking for massages, but he received a gift certificate for his birthday from his mother for an hour-long massage with her personal masseuse. Pete didn't think much of it and tossed the certificate onto the passenger seat of his car, where it sat for days. He rediscovered it weeks later while cleaning out his car and decided he should schedule an appointment so t...

"Wayne," Dr. Brownlee spoke my name, grabbing my attention amidst the group of academics attending the department's drinks party. "Here's someone I want you to meet." Standing beside the imposingly attractive older woman was a tall, lanky African-American man with a medium complexion and startling eyes: one brown, the other blue. "This is Dr. Kenneth Starke. Ken, meet my protégé, Dr. Wayne Wanley." I was flattered that Ad...

One moment, Nova Woodford was delivering a congratulatory speech to her mentor, and the next, her gaze landed on a man at the back of the crowd, eliciting goosebumps across her skin. Their eyes met across the distance for only a few seconds, and her body responded with an undeniable throb. He emanated an aura of dominance that heightened her arousal with just a glance. What on earth had they put in this drink? She wondere...

I took a sip of my water and tapped my fingernails into the table at Mimi’s Cafe in Henderson. As I tried not to fidget in my seat and look at my watch for the hundredth time, my thoughts drifted back to my tumultuous relationship with Liz. We’d always been good friends, and our daily workouts were integral in my weight loss and becoming more fit. However, when our friendship turned sexual, she acted very possessive, espe...

His muscles popped just like right now. The bright blue focus light in the dim room contrasts his body and his expressions as he crawls to me with just his shorts on and a metal chain collar around his throat. He bites his lips, making invisible prints of his hands on the ground, reaching step closer and closer to the edge of the bed where I am sitting, naked. His sturdy body looks so hot with his muscles so worked up. “A...

On Monday Bodie went to work with a brand new attitude. He was definitely seeing his coworkers in a new light, but he found it hard to get any work done. By the time 3:00 rolled around and he left for his mentoring appointment with Mr. Sterling, he was feeling pretty frustrated. He said as much when John Stirling had seated him in his office and asked how he thought things were going. “Well, you’re not the only one who’s...

He is dancing in front of my eyes, in the center of the crowd, under the lights of blue, red, and many colors. His hips sway to the music, his hands gliding on his body as his eyes speak a language, that my whole body understands with shivers. There's this burning pit in my stomach that makes me stand to my feet from the couch, reach to him, grasp his wrist, stop his swaying hips, and yank him to the men's restroom. I sho...

“Strip down for me,” she commanded. Hesitantly, my husband removed his clothes and stood naked in front of her. “Most men have cocks, but I see you don’t,” she sneered. My husband broke into a deep blush. “I’m wearing my device, Ma’am.” “Your mistress keeps you locked up, does she?” “Yes, Ma’am,” he said in a mortified tone. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you have a vagina.” Chris didn’t say anything and I was sur...