BDMS

The sun shinning through the window, it is still very early and waking up I feel his naked body pressed against mine.

I smile silently remembering the late night early morning thrills and happiness we spent together.

I still feel the moisture from that special time

It was nice remembering.

I scoot back to get even closer to him.

He presses himself against me, he moans softly and I wait as I hear his breathing tell me that he was back fast asleep again.

I sigh comfortably in his arms.

I slowly

Music pounding through the cavernous room. Bright lights on the cat walk, as the men dance down around the pole. Rhythmic gyrations and choreographed steps, as they strip off their clothes… bit by bit. It is better than the movie… No drama and far more action. On platforms against the wall more men sway to the beat. They are dressed in the briefest of spangled underwear, or leather g-strings.

I make my way to one of them, dollars in my hand. He tucks the money in his shorts and then

She lay there, trembling.

The vibe, small and purple, single battery operated had seemed harmless enough when he’d pulled it out of the drawer. He was expecting company, though didn’t want her to feel like he wasn’t thinking about her and caring for her needs.

His words, full of wicked promise and sweet torment rolled through her brain. “On your back, sweet wench, and spread your thighs wide, hands above your head and crossed at the wrists,” he’d said. The glint in his ocean colored eyes had

Last night after we made love and you left me, I replayed our conversation in my head. We’ve known each other for a long time, so I admit that it surprised me to hear you say that sometimes you have a hard time telling me your desires. It seems like you’re embarrassed, or ashamed. I don’t ever want you to feel that way. You can trust me, you know.

But I get it…I trust you unconditionally, but sometimes I’m unsure how to tell you what I want, too. In fact, there is

I had no idea how long had passed when I heard the door open again.

I twisted and squirmed a bit, trying to get Caroline’s attention. I heard her giggle as she approached.

“Mmmmmm,” she said, her hand running the length of my cock, “You kept it nice and hard for me, that was sweet.” I tried to peek under my blindfold.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she taunted. “No peeking.” Her hand pressed over the mask, making sure it covered my eyes more firmly. “I

Her name was Jenna Malone. Adam knew she would succumb. He could see in the flash of her striking green eyes a deep erotic yearning. He was certain she would be seduced, would submit to him, and would surrender to his whims. When he saw her that day, in his bank, deep in conversation with one of the Investment Advisors, he knew he had to have her.

Tall and sleek with long auburn hair and those bright green eyes, Jenna had the bearing of a consummate professional. Chicly tailored and crisp in

As she stood viewing herself in her black outfit consisting of a mesh/solid skintight sleeveless shirt and tight soft leather flare pants. Spike heal boot on to add just that few inches of height. Rich strawberry-blond hair gelled back into a ponytail that reached the middle of her back. She’d done her make-up skillfully, black of course to match her outfit even her nails.

Yet, lips left alone with only a soft hint of gloss noticeable. She smiles softly as she puts on her first and only

The trip wasn’t long, it just seemed that way. Actually it was just a couple of hours. The jet engines roared as the pilot put them in reverse and the thrusters quickly slowed the plane down to taxi speed.

The entire trip my mind was playing considerable scenarios over and over. My hands were sweaty and my stomach was churning so much I’d passed the in-flight meal.

It had been just a few months we’d been emailing and chatting back and forth after meeting on a ‘select’ website. The messages at

There is a long, still silence. Finally, you exhale slowly and speak.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” You hear my voice beside you.

“Yes. … I surrender… to you.”

You are blindfolded and tied to your own bed, secured by each ankle and wrist to the four bedposts. You are spread-eagled on your back, naked except for the exquisitely soft blanket covering you from shoulder to ankle.

You have just given up your choice to be untied, to be free. Now there are no safe

Your heart is thumping, the adrenalin and anticipation beginning to be usurped by arousal. This whole scenario has an element of the surreal, and yet you stay fixed to this spot. He stirs behind you, moving close enough for his cologne to caress your senses, even if his hands are yet to.

You look down and regard your hands, the pale skin a sharp contrast to the dark mahogany of his desk. This makes no rational sense. He steps beside you, and you feel his breath on your neck. The skin there