Khail shows his admiration to his Mistress Sameera as her devoted submissive and serves her with obedience and reverence when she returns home from work.
He Had Me Hopping All Night New May 11 All characters in this story are 18+ This story is completely fictional. All acts in this story are fully consensual. This was a story from last month. Some of you might’ve caught it back in April, but I’m posting it for the rest of you
This sprawling epic, titled The Eternal Dungeon Master, immerses readers in a labyrinthine world of intricate character developments, where every individual—be it the enigmatic patriarch Bob or the diverse women who orbit his life—evolves through layers of psychological depth, emotional revelation, and transformative growth.
In a podcast interview, Rebecca Perlson and her family discuss their life embracing permanent nudity (PN). They explain it as a choice for body autonomy and authenticity, not exhibitionism. The family shares the challenges, including public scrutiny, bullying of their daughter Bria, and legal hurdles. Rebecca advocates for PN acceptance, while her husband Matt supports her but hasn't adopted the lifestyle. Their children, Bria and Joshua, reflect on the social pressures and their personal choice
Former fashion icon Rose Duple recounts her harrowing ordeal after a divorce enforced an extreme prenuptial agreement, stripping her of all possessions and forcing her into years of public nudity and homelessness. Her resilience led her to Justice Without Chains, which helped her win a legal battle to reclaim her rights. Now an advocate, Rose uses her experience to fight exploitation and inspire others, finding strength in her vulnerability and a new purpose in life.
The rain wasn’t the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn’t the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there—soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn’t confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. A