Category: BDSM

“The thing about Amy,” Jay said over his shoulder, “is there’s more to her than meets the eye.” “What do you mean?” I was intrigued by what Jay was telling me about his long-time, female friend. “Well,” continued Jay, “she’s a nice looker, for sure, but that’s not her real talent. She’s a bit kinky.” “Amy? Really?” I was not […]

“Look who finally showed up!” Delilah yells from the kitchen as I walk in with a bottle of champagne in my left hand and a bottle of vodka in my right. Her mind is already out of this world, yet she continues to huff on her joint and follow it with a beer. “And you’ve brought the good stuff! Thank […]

Emma moved her finger, swiping against the side of the pale china teacup and watching as it teetered on the edge of the tea table before finally tipping, falling to the hardwood ground and shattering into a thousand pieces. Across the room, seated in the corner of the loveseat, Preston looked up from his book and sighed.

Malti looked at herself in the mirror and felt sadness engulfing her over her lost youth. It is inevitable of course but she was not ready to accept it. She never really felt young after all. She was married to a guy just as she was entering her 20s and she didn’t even know if she loved him at all. […]

“Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee; As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use Are like Atlanta’s balls, cast in men’s views…” — John Donne, To His Mistress Going to Bed

A Tale of the Transylvanian Concubines Dorota lay in her coffin, playing with her cunt and whispering soft prayers to her Count, her Master, her God. Her fingers caused her labia piercings to pull at her flesh, making sweet music, the music of church bells. Her sisters found her “meditations” to be strange, but she didn’t care. They didn’t understand […]

It was a warm summer evening. In the distance she could she a storm rolling in. She has been walking for a few hours now after her car broken down. She was not able to find anybody or anyplace in this remote area of the mountains.

“Welcome back to our network coverage of the thirtieth Summer Cuntlympic Slave Games,” a clean shaven blonde man with boyish good looks said to the television camera in front of him. “I’m Bob Cuntas and joining me here in the studio today are Bambi Bimbofuck and Howard Cocksell. It’s great to have you here Bambi.”

Linda was right. I wasn’t sleeping well, and was drinking more. I just couldn’t release the tension. Of course it would be awkward, not to mention unethical for me to be Linda’s patient, so she referred me to one of her colleagues, Doctor Nash.

Jenny woke up in a sweat; the nightmare was awful; she was hung from the ceiling being whipped. She begged and pleaded for them to stop, but they didn’t. Finally, Jen got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She glanced at her rock-hard gymnast body. At 21, she had just competed in her last Olympic event, winning a […]