This is what you’ll do for me
You’ll wear a skirt, boyshorts. I know, you prefer dresses. But I’d like you in a skirt, please. And a[…]
Read moreYou’ll wear a skirt, boyshorts. I know, you prefer dresses. But I’d like you in a skirt, please. And a[…]
Read moreThe other day, I watched. Today, I want to be lazy, to relax. But differently. I want you to tie[…]
Read moreYou fumble with the key card. You open the door. You’re not even halfway in when I push you, hard,[…]
Read more“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders,[…]
Read moreThe possibilities are endless. Do I want to use her mercilessly, wear her out, send her home weak and sore? […]
Read moreI’m not submissive. I’ve never really submitted to a woman. Occasionally, I’ve allowed myself to be handcuffed or restrained or[…]
Read moreWhat is it about sensory deprivation? I imagine you with your senses limited to touch, taste, and smell – and[…]
Read moreI sit in the bar, waiting. It’s dark. The piano player is in his cups. My phone vibrates with your[…]
Read more“Humiliate me,” she pleaded. “Hurt me.” The first time we met, we had sushi. Her hair was bright red, falling[…]
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