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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 1 The Set-Up My little sexual, I don’t know, perversions, fetishes, twists on the normal, has never been exposed, displayed, nor shared…period. It never hurts anyone or affects my interaction with daily life (though it probably has contributed to my difficulty developing relationships). It is one of the few absolute secrets I have kept from the world. I’m a sado-masochistic ass-man and I’ve had a submissive fascination and attraction for wearing women’s undergarment for almost as long as I can remember. It isn’t only the clothes, but what they are enclosing; the primal tactile sensual ecstasy promised by that in which they are in direct contact with. It’s the goal; the place for which to strive; the source of envy at my inadequacy…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chapter 8: Sorority Halloween Saturday morning, Halloween day, was warm and sunny. Cindy and my love making from earlier that morning left us both happy and hungry. Marsha was in the kitchen and she had prepared a big breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits. Since it was extremely unusual for Marsha to do anything so nice, especially for me, I attributed it to either a belated unique birthday present for me or an especially good mood for Halloween. As the three of us sat around the table eating, Marsha was looking at me, grinning broadly. “Have a good birthday?” she asked, smiling wickedly. I hesitated to answer her. I looked at Cindy and saw her also smiling at me. “Marsha knows all about the…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 I: The End Of The Same The sun blared light through the small bedroom window. Jane had been woken up this way for the past seven days, ever since she decided to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life for a break, a little time alone to reflect on herself and where she was heading. As the light poured in through the window, Jane rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and roused herself awake. She looked at the small clock on the bedside table and saw small red numbers looking back at her. “10:28?” she thought to herself as she sat up, still in her nightie. Jane thought of herself as a particularly savvy, modern, organised woman. She had been working…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 The following is a fictional story. This my first attempt at writing so please forgive the poor skills. ***** Caught by friend and tormented This is a story as to how I was caught by a friend wearing high heel boots and in self bondage. Everyone has their own ways to relax and destress. Mine lean towards the kinky side. I have a huge fetish for high heels/boots and bondage. Some nights I would go home and make a drink and put on my favorite high heel boots, maybe a leather collar and ankle cuffs. As time went by I have added to my boot and bondage equipment. I finally ordered some new things that I have been wanting for a while to enhance…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Brie was a beautiful young girl, but here in a dark basement with a gag in her mouth, clamps on her nipples, a hook in her ass, and analgesic cream burning her bald pussy she didn’t feel very pretty. Claire, her mistress, had left her here for an hour as punishment for pushing her in front of Brie’s friends. She bound her in this fashion and set it up so that Brie’s slightest movement would excite her anally, Claire was fucking her up the ass and wasn’t even in the room. Claire wasn’t always this proficient of a mistress; in fact she used to not be a mistress at all. Claire’s role was of Brie’s accidental design. Brie, stuck in this compromised position allowed…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Letter from the author: This story contains elements of cheating and manipulation and even a little cuckoldry. So if these things do not excite you, please move on. These things do excite me and that’s why I write about them. Please refrain from just moving to the end and voting a 1 because. FYI I don’t allow anon comments, so know you won’t be able to stand on your soap box and preach without leaving a way for me to defend my work by leaving you user name. For those who like these things I hope you enjoy. Comments and feedback are always appreciated, even constructive criticism. This is copywrited by me. No reposting or reproducing without my permission Goamz86 * Casey enjoyed his…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 (Fdom, torment, oral/hetero/bi sex.) This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * * * * * (Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twenty pounds, has barely thirty four B little titties, hard erect nipples, shaved pussy, long clit and a tight firm ass) Calista opened the letter from Montreal. It was from a couple she had met last year on her vacation. They met at a conference of several BDSM Societies from Canada and The USA. They were…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 She knelt on the soft carpet, naked with her head bowed and her hands in her lap, just as he had instructed. Her long brown hair with the golden highlights hung like a curtain around her head. She was freshly showered, make-up on, perfume applied, and shaven smooth. She heard the door open, then the footsteps as he entered the bedroom. Her pulse immediately began to quicken, but she remained still, waiting. She knew he had spent most of the day traveling back from his business meeting in New York. She knew his disdain for traveling; airports, taxis, long lines, delayed flights, overbooked aircraft, etc. No doubt he would be tired and stressed, so she made sure that everything was in order for his…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Story description: Femdom, hypnosis, and mind control. This is a lengthy story that includes relationship/character development. Not suitable for a quick thrill. Notice: This story may NOT be posted to any pay site without express written permission by the author. Any posts to non-pay sites must include this notice. * * * * * Prologue: I’m still online when I hear my wife, Terry, open the front door. Somehow, I didn’t hear her car pull up. She told me that she would be home around midnight, but it’s only 11. If she comes straight up to our bedroom, I’m gonna get busted! Sure enough, she comes straight upstairs! I quickly log off just a second before she enters, but the screen saver feature takes…

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Well I’ve been busy, my writing has had a hard time keeping up with my play. After mutual tough days at work, Dennis and I decided to get together on Saturday night. He’d liked the outfit I’d had on when he came over on Thursday and requested something similar. I settled on red thigh high stockings, a red garter belt and a pink and red thong. I left my still bruised breasts exposed. When he walked in, I was sitting on the couch, legs apart. I stood up and did a little spin, I wanted his approval. It was granted and he sat me back down. Then he knelt between my legs and started rubbing through my wet panties. I leaned back and spread…