Show your Lines

*Chapter 2: The Night Before His Breaking In*

Mmmmmm…

Such delicious orgasm can come in the privacy of personal space. Her body was alive beneath her caressing hands as she soaped and refreshed in the powerful warmth of her shower. Reliving the night before and the day since the memories flashed through her. Of him, after his time of waiting and wanting, coming to her at her invite, dining on the simple meal with her in the kitchen.

Of their first hungry kiss, her desire matching his. Ravenous mouths intense in their craving. Of him, stripping away his clothes, to reveal a hard proud body, forged of his craft. Full balls; a cock of proportions that she made her flood to see that her intuition had been correct. There would be many types and sizes in the future, many that would satisfy her in countless ways, but this one she had picked and lured to her, unknown to him, from pure instinct. She had known, almost without doubt, when she had first seen him at his craft in the town and seen his arrogant manner with those that he engaged. Then seen the dark need that even he hadn”t fathomed, blazing in his eyes as he displayed his proud cool compliance to her when she entered his place and with dominant grace ordered from him her first item. The silver handled whip with the hard leather tails, the livid lashed memory on his flesh in his taking. Soon after that he had come to her, entered into her employ, living at her estate, compelled there by his need, not knowing yet what that need was, or why he had followed it. (more…)

She stood in front of the mirror, slowly taking in what she saw reflected. Most of her day had been spent alone, so that she might have ample time to prepare. Her dark eyes flickered as they moved over her image, checking carefully, looking for even the smallest flaw.

The short sundress she wore appeared white at first glance, but was actually a pale lilac. It had an embroidered bodice and hem, and spaghetti straps that left her shoulders exposed. Her long dark hair cascaded over them, tickling her flesh as it made its way down to her back. She knew he would ask her to hold it up when it happened. At this thought, she shivered and a glimmer came to her eyes. She felt her heart pounding in her ears and needed to take a deep breath to continue her inspection. (more…)

“This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.”

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After a couple of minutes, Rita regained her strength. Pulling the strap-on from the slut’s ass, she dropped to the floor. She leaned on her hands for support. The attached dildo glistened from lube and the slut’s ass juices. It bounced like it wanted to continue, but Rita needed a rest. (more…)

In Goddess We Trust Ch. 01: Parking Lot Passions*

“”Under the wings of his Goddess, he has found a place that is neither Agony nor Ecstasy; neither Heaven nor Hell; but rather a place that is all; a place that is more; a place that is his and Hers alone; a place known as… TRUST.”"

–W. Vixxxen

It was the beginning of what would become a very wet summer for the Northeast region of the country… a very wet summer in more ways than imagined. It was their beginning - That night in mid June was the introduction of their unique combination of sexual awakening into the world of domination. After the cursory period of foreplay and what they later termed as “stagnant sex”, they took turns in revealing to each other deeply buried versions of erotic fantasies they each thought would never be brought to the surface of their lips – let alone imagining any of the eroticisms ever coming to pass. It was the beginning of libidos quenched and fantasies realized, and it was the first cornerstone in the building of their special, private place - many “firsts” for them both. (more…)

“This is the fourth chapter of a fictional tale. As a tale of fiction, it omits many of the safety precautions one should take in a real life situation. Because of this, it should not be considered a template for real life.”

When the door closed, Gloria was alone with her thoughts. She lay there listening to her heartbeat. Her chest was still heaving, as she caught her breath. The more she came down, the more aware she was of her body. Her wrists and ankles were tired and sore. She removed the scarf from her eyes to look at her free wrist. There was a band of red and raw skin about an inch in width. Battle wounds, she thought. She had been battling with the ropes, all afternoon. All worth it, too. Offered another chance, she wouldn”t have done anything differently. (more…)

“These are chapters six and seven of “My Long Affair”:”

Chapter VI

David called and arranged for our next rendezvous to take place late Wednesday night the next week. He said I should wear as little as possible and meet him at an old Holiday Inn off the highway. I put on a miniskirt and crop top and drove out to the hotel to meet him. The lot was crowded and, although it was near midnight, there were still a bunch of young men wandering from one room to another. Seems there was a college team spending the night at the hotel and they were in no rush to go to bed. But I was. (more…)

Have you ever had fiery make-up sex, where there was a mix of anger and passion, where the passion and longing for one another was undeniable, but neither one wanted to relinquish control nor the earlier offense perceived by the other one? Well, that is what sex was like with David.

David and I met at a house party. When he entered the house, he quickly introduced himself and his beautiful wife to everyone present. Upon approaching my husband and I, David smiled and reached for my hand, gently guiding my hand to his lips saying, “Who is this beautiful woman?” As my husband introduced us to him, David placed a single kiss on the back of my hand. Instantly, I was taken with his smile and gentlemen-like manners. (more…)

It started months ago, when i met Him online. He was like no one i had ever met before. We had talked about several different sexual scenarios, and what turned us on. One of several things that turned both of us on was lactation; the idea of feeding Him from my own breasts. He had mentioned that there were ways of making this happen, without a woman actually being pregnant, and i decided to look into it further, and see how to do it.

i found out that a woman could bring the milk in by having her breasts massaged and sucked on regularly. Well, i decided to put a plan into action. i knew it would take months for this to happen, but i also knew that there wasn”t any way that i would be able to meet Him in person for at least that long. So, i devised a schedule, First thing in the morning, when i took my shower, i would spend 10 minutes just playing with my titties, kneading and massaging my huge titties, then pinching and pulling at my nipples. The next step was my favorite, spending another 10 minutes (or longer, depending on how good it was feeling) using my mouth to suck hard on the nipples. i repeated this 4 times a day, everyday. (more…)

Slave’s head felt like it was caught in a steel vice. Mistress had him in a headscissors, her bodybuilder’s thighs wrapped around his skull from behind as she sat on the couch of her bedroom, the knee-high black leather boots she wore locked at the ankles. She was scissoring him hard, pulsing the massive, 30-inch thighs on his head, and slave whimpered like a stuck pig.

“Say it, headscissor slave,” Mistress growled, holding the seat cushions of the couch in her fists. “Say it!”

“Please, Mistress….may I … have…another?” slave squeaked. (more…)

“Cholet, come and sit by me” he called softly.

She turned to face him, his eyes bright and that tender loving smile across his face and moved to kneel at his side. His hand dropped to the side and lightly ran through her long thick red hair. He loved her hair; he loved to touch it and knew she felt it. It was like her hair had nerves and every touch would make her tingle all over. She sighed quietly and tilted her head into his palm. She closed her eyes, completely absorbed in his presence, knowing she was his for as long as he wanted her. (more…)