Reading Time: 3 minutes BDSM Story: Lady In Waiting – Part 3, by WaterStar Was that the time? The lunch bell was ringing. I put down the knife and potato, stood at attention and waited…and waited, and waited, for …
Reading Time: 4 minutes BDSM Story – Lady In Waiting – Part 2, by WaterStar The branding had made me pass out. When I came round, I had been cleaned up and a glass, of what looked like milk, …
Reading Time: 6 minutes BDSM Story – Lady In Waiting – Part 1, by WaterStar “Come in my dear, you may call me Master”, he told me as my eyes adjusted to the light, after having been blindfolded for, …
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: 2 minutes by Carrie Had he asked me this crossing the street to pick up some groceries I would have laughed, but I wasn’t crossing the street….. I remembered: when I was a teenager in the south …
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: 3 minutes by Carrie I opened my drawer and took out a pretty cream silk lacy trim camisole bra top. I slipped off my black tank top, did away with my bra, turned and around and showed …
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: 3 minutes by Carrie He disappeared down the hallway, so I took advantage of my time. A quick look in the mirror to fix my hair and then an overall look to let me know that a …
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: 3 minutes by Carrie “Because nothing!” I slammed the door to my bedroom, got out of my evening clothes and left them on the floor for Thisley or one of my maids to pick up in the …
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: 4 minutes by Carrie But my attention shifted to Patty — my white-shoe lawyer girlfriend, wearing a short muted gold Kors halter dress quite above the knee — who was dancing on her toes and waving her …
Reading Time: 3 minutes by Carrie I had the feeling you get when you’ve drank too much and the world is spinning around you. Sandra took my hand. I didn’t want to go. This was my apartment, my duplex, …
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: 2 minutes by Carrie I couldn’t refuse Thisley. Sandra was dancing with several of the girls and then pulled herself away from the other stripper who was getting a bit frisky and asked, “What’s with your butler?” …
