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Reading Time: 127 minutes BDSM Story – Punishment 2015 by Jane Marwood “It couldn’t be… and yet for a brief moment I thought it was. The girl I had dreamed about…the girl that had figured in my every erotic …

Reading Time: 23 minutes BDSM Short Story – The Captive Hacker. by Captive Hacker I am sitting at a vintage dusty computer writing this. Not knowing and not expecting that anybody will ever read it. There is no phone …

Reading Time: 33 minutes BDSM Story – The Case of the Undercover Dick – Part 3 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. Those college day memories last and last. You can be pushing middle age, or maybe you’re even old …

Reading Time: 18 minutes BDSM Story – The Case of the Undercover Dick – Part 2 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. Did you ever play a parlay card? Probably. Just about anyone who likes making a bet now …

Reading Time: 22 minutes BDSM STORY – The Case of the Undercover Dick – Part 1 A Dan Diamond mystery by j. I’ve never thought that basic black is a good fashion choice for me. It makes me look …

Reading Time: 22 minutes The smile was the only thing she had on. She was lying naked across the knees of the person who’d been spanking her, her red bottom pointing at the ceiling and her hands and feet on the floor. Stella didn’t seem at all embarrassed, but the girl with the knees looked as if she wanted to hide under the couch.

Reading Time: 20 minutes The Iguanas were still tearing the place up when I walked down the steep front staircase at Mid-City Lanes and out into the muggy New Orleans midnight. I hated to leave when they were playing “Late at Night,” which I like a lot, partly because it was co-written by a couple of the Iguanas and by some other big favorites of mine, the late great subdudes

Reading Time: 20 minutes I used to think that any restaurant north of Hammond or west of Lake Charles that advertised “New Orleans Style Cooking” was making a promise that ranked right up there with “the check is in the mail” and “I won’t cum in your mouth.” It’s still a culinary claim to take with a huge grain of salt, but things have been looking up out here on the edge of the U.S. and A. that could disappear into the Pacific just about any day. Why, even Pismo has a little Creole and Cajun place that’s not bad.

Reading Time: 20 minutes After my session at the enema palace, I was pooped out in more ways than one, so I headed for my apartment to make it an early night. I live a couple of blocks off an unfashionable stretch of Wilshire in a three-story, pre-war apartment house built precariously over a basement parking garage, the kind of building where you can kiss your ass good-bye when the Big One hits.

Reading Time: 18 minutes I got caught in the beginning of rush hour on the way back to my office, and it was almost 5 o’clock by the time I got there. I’ve got a couple of rooms in an old building on the fringe of Chinatown, with a view of the Ocean Seafood sign out of my one dirty window.

Reading Time: 16 minutes I should have known the dame was trouble from the minute she ran into my office.

Sure, she had a terrific ass and a pair of won’t-quit tits that bounced around under her tank top like a couple of softballs on speed. But she also had a hard glint in her baby-blues, and her lips were thin and mean-looking. They reminded me of Sister Mary Agnes back in the fifth grade, which was not a pleasant memory.

Reading Time: 10 minutes I glanced up just before turning to follow Sarah’s lead; she still had a firm grasp on my penis. April was watching from that kitchen window. Sarah tugged at my penis and led me to the back gate. Then using her other hand she unlocked the deadbolt and started to pull the gate open. Briefly she checked to see if the coast was clear. Then Sarah tugged me out through the gate and quickly locked it from the outside.

Reading Time: 13 minutes “Raise you feet,” she commanded. I planted my bare behind back in the leather seat and raised my feet. Sarah yanked the shorts off with one quick tug. She then started to walk away from the pickup, following the backside of the building

Reading Time: 20 minutes It had been a long time since we had taken a vacation, Sarah and I, so we took advantage of every minute. We rented a house for a week in Key West. Nothing large, a little one level, two bedroom bungalow in a section called the “Meadows.” Situated on a corner lot, it had a wooden privacy fence surrounding the entire yard, with a gate at the front corner and one near the back along the side street.

Reading Time: 5 minutes Finally I asked her if she was ready to be a good girl, and at first she didn’t reply. I don’t know if she was still being stubborn or what, but I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate any nonsense from her now. I raised my hand and brought it slamming down as hard as I could on the tender flesh of her already well-spanked bottom.