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Your Man is arriving soon. The anticipation of this day has had your body and mind spinning for the past few days… Ever since that Packed was delivered yesterday. The Small box was covered in plain brown paper. As you open it up you realize it’s from your Man, cause of the cologne you smell. There is a Small note and a smaller box inside. The Note Reads:” Sweet lady of mine, our first night is gonna be so special. This is a Gift of love to you. Follow the Directions inside and you will never forget this day. Love Your King” Inside that smaller box was a few sex toys and another note…. Describing what your man wanted you to do with these things. Detailed instructions of what to pack for the night. He wants you to put these two egg shaped vibrators inside your pussy and this small thin anal plug in your ass. You were wondering what’s going on, but then thought to yourself that this might be fun….. you know you have that Slave/Dom side you always wanted to try. Read the rest of this entry »

“This was co-written with Liviu.”

Darkness, loneliness and above all, that emptiness there, between her legs. Underneath the bed laid her toys - all over used by now. Which one is it going to be tonight? The rabbit? Mmmm, that gives such a nice feeling on her clit. Or the eggs?

Miranda remembered the night when she fell asleep with them inside and woke up about 3 in the morning screaming with pleasure, as by mistake during the night she turned the remote on when turning on her side. “Shall I try that again?” She wondered. Read the rest of this entry »

Our neighbor in my native village, Selva, as I pointed out in my previous story, had a younger sister by name, Swapna. She had no remarkable features. Because of our age difference, I had come to regard her as a little girl and paid no particular attention to her. After my second experience with Selva (in which Swapna was present in the house, but Selva and I were in Selva’s room behind locked doors), I frequented Selva’s house for more sexual encounters. At one time, I went to their house and rang the bell. Swapna opened the door. Smiling at me, she said Read the rest of this entry »

Stacey walked in the house, dropping her keys on the table, and kicking off her black high heels. She reached up and undid the ponytail she had kept her hair in during work, letting her curly, long brown hair fall upon her shoulders. She walked down the hallway to her room, massaging the tension out of her neck. After a long day at work, all she wanted was a good release. She could feel the tightness in all her muscles, as she entered her bedroom.

She closed the door behind her, out of habit though she was alone, and shrugged off her jacket. Hanging it up in the closet, she saw herself in the mirror which hung upon the door. Her breasts were thrusting out against her tank top, and her ass was cupped by the short black skirt she was wearing. Read the rest of this entry »

I think they have gone crazy, but the adventure continues!

We arrived at Betty and Charles house about a half-hour after leaving the beach. Neither girl had bothered to put on their cover-ups so the whole ride home I had the pleasure of looking at them. Terry lifted her right leg up tucking it under her bottom. I could see how wet she was as she moved in her seat. Betty was just as hot and setting behind me kept me busy looking at her wonderful tits in the mirror.

They virtually ran in into the house jumping out of the truck as it came to a stop. Neither girl was any where to be found as I went into the living room. Read the rest of this entry »

I continually have thoughts which have led me to express myself through masturbation.

I have always found myself eager to pleasure myself, first in my head the thoughts take form, and then they grow and spread throughout my body eventually taking me to my “Happy Place”.

My wife Kim had told me it was ok but I was to share it with her. I did just that but of course my sexual bounds seemed to be more like the Ponderosa in size as compared to the corral I may have led her to believe existed.

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*Chapter 3: A New Level*

It had been three days since the rape, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel. Everything I’ve ever seen or heard about rape the woman is supposed to feel dirty and used. But I feel nothing like that. I feel more sexually alive then ever before. My body mutilated by his hands is healing nicely. There are faint, red rings around my wrists and ankles from being bound to him. My nipples are red and slightly swollen, and my ass is still a little sore. But other then that I’m perfectly fine. That is my body is fine, but my emotions are running rampant. Read the rest of this entry »

— I don’t ever think of myself as a connoisseur of sexual toys, but I know what I like and I know how to use it. —

The first toy I ever received I had to talk my boyfriend Jake into buying for me, not that I actually had to convince him that much. He bought it for me with one stipulation - that I had to let him use it on me after I had gotten used to it. With small tingles between my thighs I agreed.

As I stood in front of the endless aisles of blissful excitement I felt Jake’s arms wrap around my waist, he leaned my body against his and I smiled wickedly when I felt his erection against the soft back of my thigh. I laughed softly. Read the rest of this entry »

My pussy just can’t take any more. I can feel blood pulsing through my arteries, rushing down between my legs. The urgency of orgasm makes my mind go blank. I can no longer think. My throbbing clit is the focus of my universe.

“Uhhng… ooohh! Oh yes, yes yes YES!!” My whimperings are the only connection between my brain and the rest of the world. I’m conscious of my own voice… wishing it could be louder, scream out full force. Sometimes I think the louder I can be, the better my orgasm is. Read the rest of this entry »

Still soaking wet from the pool, Paul stepped into the sauna, greeted with the familiar scent of heated wood and sterile air.

That the condo had its own pool and sauna was definitely a well-appreciated bonus. But Paul was not a social swimmer, but took the exercise very seriously. Waiting until after midnight, he would grab a towel and put on his trunks, then steal down in the bowels of the building to enjoy a solo swim.

The results spoke for themselves. As a man in his early thirties, he’d never been more fit. He’d seen too many men in his age group who’d already let themselves go, who allowed the passivity of an office job and the security of marriage to let their fitness slip into sloppy bulges. Paul determined not to end up like that. Of course, still being single, there was a natural impetus to try and make a positive impression on the opposite sex. He definitely believed that the merits of exercise extended well beyond well-toned muscles, though. It sharpened the mind, and made for a brilliant way to relieve the day-to-day stresses of life. Read the rest of this entry »