Secret fetish bondage

It all happened on a unusually warm night for December, in
1988. I work for a law office in the Capitola area, as I work on a computer
much of the time I often come in to work in the middle of the night. This
particular night was just one of the many that I spend sitting in my private
office tapping away at the keyboard. I was working on a secret project of
mine when I heard a noise, and it didn’t sound like any I had ever heard
before. I left my office. The atmosphere was quite sinister, I used all my
years of Chuck Norris films to make my way to the source.

I peeked around the last corner and saw quite a sight. Julie, a secretary we
had just had to fire was on her knees carefully sawing the legs of her ex-
boss’s chair. She was cutting carefully so that the first time he sat down it
would break and drop him to the floor with a mighty thump. I cleared my
throat with a carefully measured “Hrumph.” She immediately bolted
upright, quite surprised by my intrusion into her little game of revenge. Continue reading Secret fetish bondage

Teen girl slave

There he was again. Every day for two weeks he had been in her
car on the subway. She had felt him staring at first and had smiled to
him politely. He did not approach her during the train ride or after,
but for the 35 minutes it took to get her to her home station, he
watched her.
To start, Janet was rather annoyed at the invasion of privacy,
but as the days passed and she admired his muscular frame and soft blue
eyes she felt he was waiting for something.
This morning she had decided to do something about it. She had
woken up early to prepare. Her outfit for the day included medium
heels, garter belt and stockings, blouse, short-cut skirt, bra, and
jacket. Continue reading Teen girl slave

Sex at the poolside

It was a hot June afternoon. The humidity was low however
so it didn’t feel exhaustingly boiling outside. School had let
out not a month before and I couldn’t get over the feeling of
freedom. I was doing some things around the house feeling com-
fortable from the central air conditioning. Then, the doorbell
rang. I went to the door and there was Tiffany. I hadn’t seen
her since that BUS TRIP I took a few months back. She looked
spectacular! She was even more tan now then she was then. She
had on these bright pink shorts and a safire blue blouse which
was tied at the bottom. She had her hair partially pulled back,
but it looked real good. I smiled approvingly at her and said
“Hi, you’re right on time. C’mon in.” Continue reading Sex at the poolside

The four of us

We were in Jane’s room. She had a single room right next to Sam’s
(that’s Samantha, not Samuel) and it became a hang out for the four of
us. Brain was pretending to be asleep on the floor, and Sam was trying
to find a ticklish spot with little success. I was sitting behind Jane
on her bed, massaging her shoulders and neck. A nice neck, Burried
under her long brown hair was a firm little body that delightedly held
some curves. She was enjoying the backrub and said as much.
Just then, Sam found a ticklish spot, and Brain sat up, saying Hey
now, hey, now… He was from texas. It showed. He patted Sam on her
blonde head. She had long silky blonde hair that would put a fur seal
to shame. She also posessed a the narrowest waist I’ve ever seen on a
grown woman, all the more amazing set amid her more than generous
curves. Continue reading The four of us

Tiffany Story

It’s been close to a year since I met Tiffany. Our meeting
was rather bizarre (ain’t it amazing what Greyhound can do for
your sex life?) and we’d done some rather strange things with
each other (like a different kind of synchronized swimming) so we
decided to actually start dating. We decided that it would be a
somewhat non-exclusive relationship but we wound up seeing each
other more than other people.

She called me one afternoon. It was the day after my birth-
day and she wanted to do something. I suggested a trip to Niaga-
ra Falls. It is one of my favorite places to go. She agreed and
said she’d be over in about 10 minutes. Continue reading Tiffany Story

Bedtime Bondage Story

Some girls grow up wanting to be Vivian Leigh in “Gone With
The Wind,” gliding down an opulant staircase in an exquisite
evening gown. My fantasy aspirations came from a different era of
film. I wanted to be Samantha Eggar in “The Collector,” squirming
helplessly against my ropes with my captor is out of the room,
loving and dreading the thought of what he would do when he
returned.
That wasn’t my only fantasy, of course, but it was a powerful
one. I took a lot of pleasure from it laying in bed alone, rubbing
myself against the pillow between my legs, wishing for someone who
could push me to new and higher levers of sexual feeling.
But I had absorbed just enough feminist philosphy from my
mother to feel guilty about such thoughts. I also had just enough
self-protective distrust of men to keep me from asking any of my
early sexual partners to oblige. So I went off to college with my
submissive feelings still unfocused, compartmented away from my
“real” life. They probably would have stayed there but for
Colleen. Continue reading Bedtime Bondage Story

Thirsty and hungry

The Bandit rubbed his eyes and put down the book, tucking his pen in
it for a bookmark. He sighed gustily and looked at the closed door to the
living room. Muffled sounds of conversation were coming from outside,
interspersed with shouts of raucous laughter: Conan, having some fun at the
expense of one of the Wiz’s folks, no doubt. There was no sign of Zero; it was
becoming obvious that he’d be spending tonight in Diva’s room. Bummer.
On impulse, the Bandit walked swiftly to his cassette rack and
withdrew an album that he almost never played any more. He popped it into the
deck, pulled on his headphones, and began to disrobe.

“Oh very young, what will you leave us this time?
You’re only dancing on this Earth for a short while,
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now….”

“Come to bed, liebchen,” Diva smiled, stretching out languidly on the
narrow mattress. Her body wasn’t a pin-up artist’s wet dream by any means: a
bit heavy in the hips and thighs, just a hint of a double chin. But her heavy
breasts and sinuous torso had an appeal all their own, as did the tawny patch
of hair just above her swollen labia. Continue reading Thirsty and hungry

What Gives You A Hardon

“I don’t want to start like that. And again…two, three, four….”
“Hold it, HOLD IT!” The Bandit held up a hand and waved frantically,
making disgusted faces. Zero raised an eyebrow at the spastic diplay, but
willingly shut off the tape recorder.
“Something the matter?”
“YES, God damn your oversized beak!” The Bandit glared furiously at
Zero, fists on hips.
Zero selfconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was quite
frankly a tremendously outsized appendage for the face upon which it rested, a
bit of Cherokee ancestry that wouldn’t have been out of place on a nickel.
“What is it? And calm down, you look like you’re about to explode.”
“You promised me NO cliches and NO stuff stolen from other people!”
“Well, of course not,” Zero replied, looking hurt. “But we haven’t
even started playing yet….”
“You know damn well what I mean!” The Bandit rewound the tape, still
glaring at Zero. “That ‘I don’t wanna start like that’ line is straight off of
a Robert Fripp song! Now, NO FRIPP!”
“It is? Oh, so it is.” Zero scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
“It’s from the prologue of his first album, isn’t it? The one that leads
into–” Continue reading What Gives You A Hardon

Bandit Sex

The room was bathed in fanned rays of yellow light, the glare of the
streetlight outside the window only partially shuttered out by the Venetian
blinds. It wasn’t a terribly cluttered or fancy room; bunk bed at one end,
desk at the other, two closets and chests of drawers, mirror, and bookshelves.
The walls were grey cinderblock, and the floor was institutional brown tile, a
choice of a practical rather than esthetic nature. But that wasn’t to say that
the room had no character; far from it. It wasn’t easy for a lowly teenager to
make a dent in the Establishment’s effort to create anonymous conformity, but
it could be done. The center of the floor was covered by a huge Persian rug,
and the walls were adorned with Roger Dean landscapes: here an ethereal stone
staircase over a cloudy sky, there a desert island floating in the clouds, and
over there a huge mesa, a lake at its top, sheeting down water on all sides.
And there weren’t many other rooms in the building that would have had
furniture like that next to the desk: a keyboard stand with a small
synthesizer, a pair of boxy guitar amps, a beautiful old Les Paul on a stand,
and a hideously-customized old Rickenbacker bass beside it, a sort of
“American Gothic” with guitars instead of the old farmer and his wife. Continue reading Bandit Sex

Anal virgin sex story

You know what happened to me the other night? I went out drinking with Jill, a
friend of mine, and we ran into some guys we know. We sat around drinking and
talking for a long time. I don’t drink much, and after a while I was really,
really drunk and feeling funny. I suspect that there was something potent
other than alcohol in that drink. I asked Jill to take me home, but she asked
me to wait. In a few minutes I realized that I couldn’t move a muscle, not
even to open my eyes. Jill looked at me and said, “Oh, shit! Karen’s passed
out cold. Well, I’ve got to take her home. Help me get her to the car.”

Jill wasn’t exactly sober herself. She wasn’t far from joining me collapsed in
a chair. I was hoping she wouldn’t try to drive, but I didn’t want to stay
here. Finally one of the guys suggested that they drive us home. One guy
would take Jill’s car and take her home. The other guy would take me home in
his van, then drive over to pick up his friend. Had Jill not been drunk, she
wouldn’t take these strangers up on their offer, but not wanting to wake up her
brother to come get us, she agreed. I didn’t like this idea, but I had no way
of expressing my opinion. Continue reading Anal virgin sex story

Kinky Sex Experience

My name is Wendy, I’m a 30 year old Lesbian and although I’ve had a
lot of Lesbian lovers in my time, I never really been into Kinky sex.
However, Iv’e got to tell you about my Kinkiest sex experiance – god
my pussy gets wet just thinking about it!

I’ll start by describing myself. I’m 5′ 5″, 145 lbs., with Brown hair,
Green eyes. I measure 44-34-38 ( I can be described as Rubinesque ).
My breasts are huge as you can tell and they are very sensitive. I have
above average body hair. I keep my pussy hair well trimmed, although I
somtimes let it, as well as the hair under my arms grow. I love the
sight of a women with lots of hair under her arms. Continue reading Kinky Sex Experience

Hoe Lustful Gal

As my friend D’Glenn likes to say….No shit, there I was. Sitting
in, of all things, con registration. It was the holiday season.
Funny, isn’t it, how people go “the holiday season”, and you know
which holidays they’re speaking of? It’s not Beltane, it’s not
Lammas…it’s “the holiday season”. And everybody knows it’s
Winter Solstice.

Okay, so it was the holiday season, and there I sat in
registration. I didn’t have to do this. I was a guest at this
con. I was providing these people with entertainment, free of
charge, except of course for a membership and room. Yeah, well,
that’s not the way we folk look at it. I wanted to give something
back, since I always got so much out of cons. Besides, working
registration is FUN. I was kind of tired at this point though, and
I was sort of wishing everyone would go away and register tomorrow.
I just sort of sat there, staring straight ahead. Continue reading Hoe Lustful Gal

Twinks Threesome With Elder Man

I slipped between the rough cool cotton sheets on the hidabed of
my uncle’s living room. This first night of my weeklong visit to
the farm was more than I ever dreamed. I had just seduced Shawn,
the most beautiful 12 year old I’d ever seen. I was too keyed up
to go to sleep. I recounted the last two hours in my mind. Just
across the road, I’d been on the couch with this loveboy. So
clearly, I remember kissing his face, playing with his long,
curly brown locks, sucking his perfect dick, and cumming in my
pants as I licked his hairless, sweet asshole. I expected to
spend all week, just finding satisfaction to squeeze his
buttcheeks once. But tasting him all over, the first night.
I hadnt expected to be so lucky. Twelve years old, cumming twice
in my mouth. Liking it. Wanting to do more. I could hardly
wait for tomorrow. The only things I thought that might give me
trouble would be getting myself away from my aunt and uncle and
getting him away from his ten year old brother, Jason. Continue reading Twinks Threesome With Elder Man

Beach Hotties Threesome

It was one of those hot summers, in which long days of sun and heat
drove the people towards the sea-shore. Beverly was one of them, seeking
coolness in the fresh salty wind that blew through her hair.
“Wow, this beach is crowded!” Beverly said to her friend Janice, who had
decided to come along with her. Actually, Janice was the neighbor’s daughter,
but she and Beverly had become very close, since Beverly had moved in at her
new apartment some year ago. She was thirteen years of age, five years younger
than Beverly, but somehow they always appeared to be on the same wavelength.
In all sorts of things…
Janice shrugged and replied: “We could have expected this. It’s so hot today!
I don’t feel much anyway like just lying around all the time and frying in
the sun.” She smiled broadly as she said this, blinking at Beverly, who
giggled back. Continue reading Beach Hotties Threesome

Sex Fantasy Of Lisa

Since I started using this board my biggest fantasy
revolves around Lisa Thomas. I want to meet Lisa on a corner.
She will be dressed like a common whore; wearing a low cut red
top which is cut just above the nipples, and a short , short
dress. She is wearing high heels and her legs are clad in black
fishnet stockings which attach to a black garter belt. she is
wearing crotchless silk panties and a matching sling bra. Her
shapely ass is accented by the shortness of her skirt. She is
attracting the attention of every one who walks by , however,
she stands there acting aloof. As I walk by she reaches out and
grabs my tie and steps out in front of me and gives a sly
smile. Continue reading Sex Fantasy Of Lisa