"This is cucurbita argyrosperma, commonly known as the silver-seed gourd". A Halloween talk on pumpkin varieties; who could refuse one of those? Especially when accompanied by such pungent halliatosis and body odours that death by mustard seed gas seems d...
I was naked at Mistress’ feet, kneeling in Nadu: gazing at the floor, knees spread wide, palms up on my thighs, waiting for her command. I had been in this position since she had brought me to the edge of orgasm, then stopped. Accordingly, I was still tre...
Once more am I standing in the wings of a stage, waiting to go on. But it’s different this time in so many ways. I’m already naked but covered in a hooded cape that will soon be taken from me. And this time, I’m about to become my Mistress’ slave, by my o...
Friday, Inside Sir’s Front Door: Sir I hung up the phone from Joe, the concierge, who had called to tell me that he had buzzed that beautiful blonde in, and she was on her way up. I knew I should have made big, elaborate plans for tonight and the weekend,...
Friday, Outside Sir’s Front Door: Marta Before I could lose my nerve, I fitted the ball gag into my mouth, tightened the strap behind my head, being careful not to catch my hair in it, then clicked the small padlock shut in the strap’s D-shaped metal tong...
“So,” he said, looking me up and down, “the cheerleader wants to be my slut.” I stood still as he walked around me. “Hunh. I don’t think so.” **** He had a rep around school, and not in a good way. But it was in the way I wanted. The talk in the girls’ ro...
Mia’s round, overly inviting ass strains the crescent moon shaped edges of her thin white panties, so tight and plump it makes him irrationally, irritatingly horny. Tyson yanks them down her cinnamon brown hips for all the good they're doing. Seeing the s...
Marie awoke with a start. This was a shock in itself, as usually for her the transition from sleep to waking was a slow, drifting affair filled with vague half-dreams which vanished as soon as she opened her eyes. This time she went from sweet non-existen...
It wasn't even a week later that Miss Winslow acted up in class again. I had prepared a pop quiz and as I began to hand the papers out she was fussing at her desk, chatting with her neighbors. I shushed her and continued the quiz distribution but was dist...
May 2007. It's late. I'm pacing my hotel room, the repetitive padding of my small feet against the soft carpet the only sound, waiting for the tell-tale signs of sex from either of the neighbouring rooms. As usual I'm horny with anticipation, having learn...
Barely had I wiggled into the roomBefore she’d undressed me with searching eyesRapacious pupils eager to consumeFace a vision of delighted surprise.Soft finger pads slide the length of glass stemSharp teeth, soft tongue, play games of interestWhere unto n...
SEX AND VIOLET By Zen Mackie Ah, Miss Shrinking Violet, what are we to do with you? So lovely, so submissive--and yet so shy. You must learn to serve me in public as you do when we’re alone. That’s why I’ve brought you to my favorite restaurant tonight. I...
Nora stood in the living room, nude with her hands behind her back. In front of her on the floor was a large wooden box, about six feet long and three feet wide. She knew what it was, and she didn't even attempt to hide her nervousness. Master stood on th...
Although we actually did spend time together without doing anything sexual, it was obvious that the intensity of those encounters was what kept drawing us together. Carol was becoming more comfortable with her nature and seemed willing to try whatever I c...
Here I sit, cross-legged on my bed.The laptop is propped up on two pillows to bring me to your eye level.I am here for you to see.I put on just a pair of knickersAnd a short, cotton strappy shirt.They are both black and thinSo that you can see the contras...
