My husband and I possessed an interest in D/S and BDSM activities, we had played around with every variation of the theme. I had served him, he had served me, at times things seem to work, other times they didn’t; the desire remained but things were never truly fulfilling, accordingly we had decided to ‘just

I greet Her at the door on my hands and knees, my skin bare, my collar around my neck. Master had already contacted Her to tell Her what a bad slave I had been. I knew I was in deep trouble. Mistress was set to punish me, and then Master again, once He got home.

The situation was surreal. Scott knelt before this vibrant young woman, sucking on the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted. She was fresh, light, sweet, and extremely wet. Her pussy was gushing juice with very little prodding, legs squeezing the sides of Scott’s head as if she were riding a bucking bronco. Scott hung on

(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I’m primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)_____________________________________________________MIDNIGHT Ep. 42: TOMahawk_______________________________Lillian Dawn Bearpaw made it back

Content advisory: This story contains some fairly mild BDSM themes, and consensual MF sex.His eyes scanned the crowd in Grand Central, but he could hardly focus. Uncertainty furrowed his brow. The masses of people went by in a blur, for endless minutes as he searched for the object of his desire. Finally, at long last