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The Power Between My Legs
“This story happened because I read about a crazy Victorian who tunnelled under Liverpool, England and created amazing underground rooms during the late 19th Century. I was brought up there and thought back to my times in the late 60’s when I had my first definitive view of a woman’s cunt, thanks to Michelle, an out-and-out exhibitionist who showed her pussy off regularly as a young woman. Years later she recounted her tales of submission, but as I listened she held me captivated by her unwitting inner force. I realised that power had controlled her lovers and players. I’ve written this fictitious account from her perspective, using the language she used with me. It is about the power that was and is centred between her legs…” › Continue reading
The Desired One
It has been a year today since my life changed drastically. I can remember that day with a vivid recollection that would scare most people. Even I was scared for the longest time, though it was a different kind of scared than most would recognize. I actually went through different levels of being scared. It was truly as if my world was flipped upside down that day.
It was spring and London was alive with the bustle of people enjoying the warmth of the day. I lived in a small street filled with some people that were friendly, others ducked their heads and looked the other way. The sky was clear and I had gone for my daily walk. It was easy to enjoy the freshness of the air, the warm breeze caressed my long hair. The heavy rain that had fallen overnight washed away most of the dreariness that winter had left. The trees seemed to burst out with their greenery from natures gifts of water. Soft blooms of whites and pinks peeked out amongst the budding leaves. Just one drawing breath of the air, gave me a sense of awakening. › Continue reading
The Dance
Nickelback plays in the background as we dance in my room, your hands spinning my wheelchair, switching your hands between my wheel rims and my back handles. Once more, you spin me to face you, as you fall into my lap, you sit, your arms around my neck and shoulders. Your mouth presses against mine, your whiskers gently scrape my face. Your lips part, your tongue pressing through my lips until it meets mine, you raise your hand from my back to the back of my head, your fingers in my hair, holding my head against yours. I struggle to breathe through my nose while trying to inhale your essence at the same time; my mind and body in a paradoxical combat, needing both air and you to sustain me. › Continue reading
The Dance Of The Little Serpents
As I walk up to Donna I reach out with my large hands to hold that beautiful face of hers. She smiles and her hazel eyes twinkle as I gently hold her head and bring my head close to hers. At first she thinks I want to kiss her, but not yet. An inch from her lips I stop and breathe her breath into me. Her warm, sweet breath fills my lungs with passion and then it spreads to all of my body. I tingle with the essence of Donna that now freely travels all of me. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. › Continue reading
The Armoire Ch. 02
*The Hurdles*
Gazing at the people strolling by my window I can’t help but wonder what their lives are like—especially the women. Have they ever experienced five heart stopping orgasms in one day? When their bottoms touch a seat do the memories that instantly materialize cause them to secretly smile? Stupid really: to wonder about other people’s lives when my own has more than enough to ponder. I find myself smiling and again look down at the letter.
I’m not afraid to open it, but every time I glance at the name I am transported back to that weekend three months ago. The visit to Darquesied’s ranch; the “attack”; the bondage; the whipping; the orgasms; the wonderful shower. At the beginning I thought I was going to die. At the end I felt I had never really lived. In the span of less than a day I had run the emotional gamut from uncontrollable fear to unbridled pleasure and even now, retrospect brings arousal. I am thoroughly convinced that, on that Saturday, the moment I decided not to drive away, my life changed forever. › Continue reading
Story of Jenny Ch. 01
*Part 1 - Friday Night With Jenny*
The sound of talking, laughing, and music filled the room at Jenny’s house. As happens during every party, there was soon a lull in the conversation, and Jenny called to him. When he was by her side, she told him, in front of the four other women in the room, “I want you to strip. Now.”
He looked at her questioningly, and she clarified. “Take off your clothes - right here, and right now.”
The atmosphere became quiet except for the music in the background. Somewhat nervously, and knowing that he had better do as Jenny commanded, he started to undress in the middle of the living room, in front of all her guests. First he took off his shoes, then socks, followed by his shirt, and then, rather shyly, trousers. At Jenny’s insistence, he had shaved his body from the waist down, including pubic hair, and was quite self-conscious of his appearance in front of Jenny’s guests. Dressed only in his briefs, he looked at Jenny. › Continue reading
Sharing the Pleasure
We had rented a small house in the country, far from anyone where we could be alone and have privacy. “So you can walk around in your thong and skimpy top for me,” was how you put it. It was beautiful, small, but just right for us. You loved the big TV in the main room with the matching chairs while I loved the bedroom with its old cast iron bed. I could imagine either one of us, hands tied to the posts while the other had their way with them. You must have seen the look in my eyes because you leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry baby, it won’t be wasted”. › Continue reading
Seeking
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This material is presented as adult entertainment and is not intended for any person under the age of eighteen years. While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the author assumes no responsibilities for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of information contained herein. All characters and descriptions contained herein are purely fictitious.” › Continue reading
Samantha’s Secret Submission Ch. 01
I turned my back to the bar and scanned the dimly lit masses, looking for opportunities… namely, attractive men. My girlfriends ordered us strong, fruity drinks. We were all dressed in slinky, tight, low-cut outfits designed to lure and entice. I knew my black satin blouse dipped low, allowing anyone with the right vantage point to look down into my creamy cleavage. My short skirt and tall heels made my legs look long and lovely.
My friend Michelle tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a green apple martini. “Any fish in the sea?” she laughed. › Continue reading
Princess Ch. 02
“I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 2), I hope you enjoy it. I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism.
(This a continuation of the Princess story, where a 40 year old woman gets used and humiliated by a young stripper. I advice you to read the Chapter 1 first).” › Continue reading
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