BDMS

It had been over 6 months since John and Sue had first been introduced to the painful pleasures of caning by the fraudulent Dr Hay. Whilst they realised that his methods would not help their chances of conceiving their first child, they had found another dimension to their sex life. John very much enjoyed caning his wife, and Sue enjoyed the sex afterwards!

It was as Sue was sorting through the pile of mail on the hall floor one evening after returning home from work that she noticed a franked

Jeremy Bauer had just wrung the doorbell at his next door neighbor’s house. He’d been home from college for one day, and was eager to see his friend Steve. Jeremy’s mother told him that Steve had been home for about a week. He and Steve had been best friends since elementary school, but hadn’t seen each other since Christmas.

Steve’s mother, Ellen Jackson, opened the door, grinned at him and said, “Jeremy, it’s so good to see you.” She hugged him

Cara was just sliding the tight-fitting gold spandex skirt down her hips when the doorbell rang. She gasped and looked at the clock. It was already 8:00! In a rush to answer the door, she grabbed the gold headpiece and armbands to her costume and slapped them on as she hurried down the stairs.

With a final glance in the mirror, she plumped and adjusted her breasts, making sure that they were displayed to full advantage in the skimpy Roman-style top she wore. Actually, they were dangerously

The eMail surprised me, to say the least.

I had been posting erotic, sexy stories on the Internet into an old “usenet newsgroup,” a system that doesn’t even really exist anymore. On occassion, I received comments about my stories, many of them complimentary, and gratifying.

A few weeks ago, I received the following:

“Hello Susan. I am an avid fan of your stories. My girlfriend and I read them all – we practically devour them. In fact, we love them so much we have been

It all started in the summer of 1998, back in Cairns, Australia. Marriage is a fickle thing, and mine had fallen apart over perceived jealousy and the fact that she just wasn’t meant for me, or maybe I wasn’t meant for her. It didn’t really matter any more, she gathered her things on a Saturday morning, called her parents, they came to pick her up, and that was it. I never saw her again, and the only conversations I had were short and angry with her wanting nothing more to do

“Silas!”

Instinct took over. Silas Oswald dropped to his knees, taking cover behind the waist high bar that extended along the length of the Tesla-Coil Tavern. The movement was futile; Mistress Lavinia had already seen him and wasn’t likely to forgive his disobedience anytime in the near future.

Cursing under his breath, Silas rose reluctantly to his feet and sent a sheepish look across the room. Mistress Lavinia sat in her regular booth with the club’s highest-ranking

The two of them slept in. It had been a late night, and the day promised to stretch out before them. The extra sleep would do them both good. And the bliss of laying wrapped in each other’s arms had its own attraction that was difficult to overcome. Tim opened a bleary eye to look at the clock and the glowing electric 11:12.

“Amy… you awake yet?” He whispered the words at the back of her head, in a voice just above audible. “Amy?”

There was still no response

He woke up about 7:30 a.m. and, at first, thought it was a normal morning. He felt a little chilly and reached for the blanket when he realized he wasn’t covered, but didn’t find it and opened his eyes to find the bed was stripped of blankets.

All he could see was a sheet of paper on the edge of the bed, so he put on his glasses and picked up a note from his wife.

“Good morning,” it said. “As you can see, things, if you decide so, will be much different this

She dresses in her usual attire: a white button up blouse undone to just the top of her cleavage; a black skirt and matching blazer; black, sheer stockings, and black pumps. Her make up is done in a professional manner finished nicely with red lipstick. Her red hair is done up in a bun with wispy stray hairs hanging down on the side and in back.

She takes one glance in the mirror and nods in approval before grabbing her handbag and leather briefcase to head out the door.

She was up pretty late

You call me as I sit in traffic and ask me to come over. I am excited at the idea of seeing you, but the traffic is bumper to bumper and my AC is out. I was already frustrated by my predicament and your call hasn’t helped settle me. I growl something noncommittal into the phone and feel a pang of regret at the let down sound in your voice when you say ok. I realize you need me there. I smile after a long moment but then grimace again almost as quickly.

I won’t be there anytime soon.