Lily wakes up to the sound of her stepfather's heavy footsteps outside her bedroom door. She knows what's coming - his unwanted, brutal advances that leave her sore and ashamed. But even as she fights against it, she can't deny the shameful heat building between her thighs. As he roughly grabs her, forcing her legs apart and violating her with his fingers and tongue, Lily loses herself in the forbidden pleasure. She cries out and writhes beneath him, torn between disgust and ecstasy.
This story is based on my husband's experiences when he was a boy, as well as the lifestyle he and I have lived since our marriage in 2000. It is mostly true, although some parts are due to my "artistic license."
Amanda just woke up from one of the kinkiest dreams she'd ever had. She sighed and said, "Wow, what a dream, it either means I need to go shopping for a hot pink bra, matching panty, garter belt, hose and heels. On the other hand, Skip, my new friend (who is a cross dresser) needs to buy one for our hot intimate cam-chats. Better yet, buy us both a matching set.
Fiona has a fetish. She loves to be dominated by other women. Jenny,her daughter, arranges an evening for her mother with three of Jenny's school friends.
This is a very short story that I wrote as an experiment. It is about a domineering wife and a subservient husband as they set him up as a gigolo. It has some very, very mild BDSM as an essential part of the plot line.
My life was boring until my country cousins Harry and Henrietta visited us along with my Aunt Edith with her perfect petite middle-aged body and seductive skills that made us teen-aged girls look like amateurs.
The master of the manor at Crowley, in Devon, England, of the 1880s, has a fetish for fourteen-year-old stable boys recruited from the fields. There's a new crop of them every year, and using a riding crop is another one of Sir Stanley's fetishes.