After binding my hands behind my back, she placed the magic 8-ball gag into my mouth. She fastened the straps in firmly place. With a sly smile she asked, “Do you like your new gag?” I rolled over, visibly aroused as I waited to hear her read the answer.
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Nick’s New Toy
I woke up to her leaning over me, studying my face. “Are you awake? Do you want to get your new toy this morning?” Jill asked with a mischievous smile. As my brain shifted between sleep and wakefulness, I let out a soft moan of contentment. The bed was warm and cozy, and I didn’t want to get up. I felt my girlfriend’s shaped nails tentatively trace up and down my morning wood.
Naked at the Lakehouse: Head Trip vol. 1
His eyes moved to her running-toned thighs, which her little black dress barely covered. Her dark brown eyes caught his perplexed glance, causing a smile to cross her face. She liked having his attention. Then she had a naughty idea to make time pass quickly. She glanced out the passenger window. When she was sure there were no cars next to them, she reached for the zipper of his gray dress pants…
On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer
This guest post was originally written by the amazing BDSM artist Sardax. His images capture the raw emotion of BDSM from a unique perspective. His post reminds me of my own first exposures to BDSM on dial-up bulletin boards and Usenet groups in the early 90’s.
Vegas Confession
My wife, Jenna, flew back home to me after a five-day work retreat in Las Vegas. I was glad to have her return home. After getting on her return flight, she sent me a text that read, “Taking off. Have something to tell you about when I get home.
The Mommy Bullies
I thought it was my lucky day. After my morning run, I met a small group women out for a neighborhood walk together. Occasionally the one with long black hair who wore the shortest of shorts would laugh at one of my jokes, slap my arm, and say, “Too funny!” I
I suspected she was interested in more than conversation when she introduced herself as Julie and invited me to join them all for drinks at her home. Little did I know I was about to become stuck in her web like a helpless fly.
Inescapable Chastity
“100% guaranteed inescapable chastity,” the ad promise on her laptop screen. She flashed a brief smile at the possibilities. With a click of her mouse, it was on its way to her mailbox.
The Cocky Professor
“Professor! I am shocked at your display.” She exclaimed as she covered a broad smile with her hand. I was not able to hide it in time, apparently. “What would the dean say if I told him how inappropriate you are right now?” I think you need to apologize to me.”
“I should apologize to you?” I said with all the indignance I could muster. “Did you not just come on to me here in my office?”
She rolled her chair closer to mine and whispered, “I did no such thing. If I was coming on to you, I probably would have done something like this.” I was speechless when she lifted her leg and placed her toes firmly on my crotch.
Quinn Blueheart 