"When I was a little girl," she said, settling into his lap, "my father had a small psychiatric practice in our house." It was a lazy Sunday. She wore a soft, very thin summer dress with nothing under it. We were languid from breakfast. We were still new to each...

“You should be careful. My hands could slip,” he said with a smile. The knife dragged along her exposed inner thigh, and she froze. His eyes locked on hers as the knife slipped under her panties, then with a slight shift, he pulled up and cut them off easily. That’s...

From the top of the stairs, Tom watched as they were introduced. He always knew Katherine would meet Diane at some point. Their circles of friends were far too close for them to stay strangers forever. Diane had been in his life for years and had been his lover once....

She’d do, in a pinch. Her hair was the wrong shade of brown, and her eyes were too wide, but he could make it work. Her tits were right. Her ass was actually even a little better than the original. She had the right combination of softness and muscle. Her thighs were...

He hit her again, a sharp spank on the ass. His hand felt like a paddle until he laid his fingers gently on her skin, examining the heat he created and the raised welts that were forming. His light touch tickled and soothed a little, but she was tense for the next...

He woke up as they climbed over him in the big bed, their hands pushing down on his ribs and shoulders and knees painfully. They giggled to each other as if he wasn’t there and then found their places and pulled the sheets and blankets off him. “God, I needed this all...

It felt good to have daily routines. It made her feel rooted. The same breakfast every morning; oatmeal with a banana in the winter and fall, yogurt and granola in the summer and spring. She always took the 8:14am train into the city. She always got to the station...

She said if I didn’t do exactly what she said, she would scream. She would scream and scream and then tell everyone how horrible I was. How I looked up her dress. How I showed her dirty stories. She said I had to stay still and let her do whatever she wanted. I had to...

The coffee dripped into the glass carafe. Kay leaned against the counter of the kitchenette and watched each drop, inhaling the scent deeply. Everything would be better after coffee. Not that the morning was going poorly. She was standing in a beautiful hotel room,...

“Promise?” she whispered. Her pink t-shirt was pulled up, as was her bra. Her thick black-rimmed glasses were almost falling off, and her bangs were in her eyes. Her breasts were big, pert, the imprint of the lace of her bra left pink and red patterns on the soft...

It had lingered in his head for months. Never really taking shape in any plan, but just gestating in his imagination. “You should make me cry one day,” she had said. He had raised an eyebrow, pondered the thought, but said nothing. The day it came up again, they were...

I stood in the corner of the small room, tense, ready, waiting. I wore a simple black suit with a white shirt and a black tie. My jacket was a little tight. It made me feel like a caged animal. I was ready to pounce. Jane was sitting at a small card table with the...

In her eyes, forever, there was a Midwest kindness. But New York City had let her down, and most of the time she was sad under those thick black bangs. It wasn’t exactly shame that shown in her face when she climbed the stairs to my apartment, but burden. Her kinks...

She missed his wall, his hall. That place he always threw her against when she came into his apartment. She missed feeling small and afraid. She’d grown up too much, become too jaded, too brave to feel so little. She missed the anxiety and hunger she felt walking down...

When Margaux bent forward, nude, her thighs together, a split peach appeared between her legs, or so I said to Rose, who sat next to me. Margaux laughed when I told her this and corrected me. “No, no, it is my little macaron,” she said with her somewhat vague British...

It started as just a little game between Lucy and me. How I’d tease her and how she’d blush and pout. “You know the only reason I like you is because of your big tits,” I’d say, pushing her into a corner and feeling her up. “Rude! How could you say that!” she’d whine,...

“The other night, I was so exhausted,” she said, pulling off her long socks. He was looking in the mirror, gauging the length of his stubble, rubbing his hand across his cheek. “I peeled off my clothes and dropped them on the floor, and then you scolded me and made me...

There was a peace in the courtyard of the hotel that he thought was gone from the world. A good strong pot of coffee wordlessly placed on his table, fresh fruit and fresh croissants, pristine white tablecloths under wide cerulean umbrellas which were in turn under a...

I wanted her to say it. I wanted her to admit it. I didn’t like it when she didn’t tell me the truth, but it was part of the game. It wouldn’t have been as fun if she just said it, but I honestly didn’t like it when she lied. So I spank her honestly.