Show your Lines

Dear Sir:

It has been 17 days since we last spoke, and I have thought of you each and every day. I know that it was my choice to discontinue our…connection…but that has not made it any easier. I dreamed of you last night and I woke with a powerful orgasm, my heart pounding, my hands grasping the sheets, my body pulsing in pleasure with only one thought: You.

I dreamed that I was at work, at the college, and as I turned the corner to head down to my office I saw a man sitting in the chair just to the left of my office door. It is not unusual to see someone sitting there – either waiting for me or a colleague in a neighboring office, but this man caught my attention. There was something about him. Yet, it was not his appearance which drew me in. (more…)

“Introduction:

For those of you who have read any of Cathy’s accounts of her adventures, you know she is a slut — and a dandy submissive one — who craves abuse and humiliation. We have been together for about a year now, and her ex-husband, Eric, has participated as my on-site partner for much of that time. He has been a critical element in her growth as a masochistic sub. He has also grown, developing into a nice, inventive sadist to match her needs.

For this sexual abuse session, he brought along a young woman as a helper. He found Tina, a nineteen-year-old college coed, when she propositioned him one afternoon, offering a blow job for some money for school. He accepted and rented her mouth for a short while. They did it again, now and then. Finally, she gave him her pussy, for a fee. They became friends, of a sort. What Theresa calls a fuck buddy. (more…)

“(FF, panty, humil, Fd etc.)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.”

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At that moment, the door opened again. Terry looked up hopefully, expecting to see Laura back with their clothes. Instead, she was greeted by a large group of girls armed with water guns, who rudely ended the lovemaking with blasts of icy-cold water. Screaming, the two naked girls grabbed the bed sheet, and rushed out the door, to the jeers and laughing of the crowded halls of the Honor’s dorm. (more…)

“Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c) 2001 Couture”

Chapter X

Laura’s knees ached uncomfortably, as she knelt down on the cold tile floor in her dorm. However, the pain in her knees was nothing compared to the burning on her bottom. The crop was unmerciful and unpredictable, as its blows left a trail of welts in its wake. Tamara, who Laura at first took for a kind and lovely girl, was an unsympathetic and harsh task mistress and applied the crop with great skill. (more…)

“The following story was written with help from a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. If there is enough interest shown, part 2 will given every consideration. All comments and feedback will be much appreciated. We hope you enjoy!”

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This glossy, monthly magazine”s ratings must be falling, I thought to myself. The editor had asked me to be interviewed for an article they were considering, entitled, “Doms and subs, the Whys and Wherefores!” I had nothing planned for that day and it could turn out to be an amusing interlude, to say nothing of the exorbitant fee they were offering to pay for my services, so I agreed to the meeting. (more…)

“**This story contains references to japanese rope bondage. If not done properly, japanese rope bondage can be extremely dangerous. If it’s something you’d like to try, please do some research beforehand.**”

The Club

I don’t go to “the club” very often. Going there usually leaves me with this vaguely guilty-dirty feeling. I can never seem to pin down the reason for the feeling. I mean gees, what does anyone care what I do with my own body, or anyone else’s for that matter? Consenting adults and all that. I’m pretty open about sex, and very tolerant of other people’s turn-ons, no matter how kinky or weird they may be. Despite that, however, I don’t seem to be especially forgiving when it comes to my own little hungers. (more…)