Non-Consent/Reluctance

Ingrid was lovely, I mean really fucking lovely! She had a gorgeous smile that was so inviting and yet, so innocent. I’d wanted Ingrid from the very first time I saw her, the day she walked into my office to ask for the job as my secretary. Unfortunately for me, she was married and as I soon found out, faithful to her husband. The idea of me having sex with Ingrid was a dream, one I had quite often, one that could never come true. Or so I thought. All of that was about to change, sometimes

A light snow fell on the red lanterns and cobbled alleys of the Yoshiwara, the pleasure quarter of Edo. Ice broke thinly beneath the high, damask sandals of the courtesan as she swayed silkily past the raucous tea shops and restaurants, the gaudy posters of kabuki actors, and the many strolling men. They lowered their eyes when she boldly appraised them. She recognized a priest despite his merchant disguise.

Rice brokers and silk traders and saké brewers or their sons argued drunkenly over

I wanted to be raped. Not really raped. Just pretend, fun raped. So like everything you want these days, I looked online. Nothing. I placed an ad asking for what I wanted. Just like that. I can’t remember what I wrote now, but I imagine it was some approximation of my fantasy. Or…not really my fantasy because only someone special could have made that happen.

To pretend to rape me and make it seem real and then cuddle and laugh with me later? That person does not exist, I am pretty

I was baby-sitting for Angela and Neil Reynolds. They’re both in their early thirties, which is a bit surprising seeing that their kids are so young. They apparently chose to have their kids fairly late.

Neil is nice. A charming gentleman, in the true meaning of the word. He’s all smooth and suave and kind. Always polite, and I’ve never heard him run anyone down.

Angela, on the other hand, is a bitch, studying to be the queen of bitches.

I can’t, for the life on me, see

I don’t know how the hell I got involved in that card game with Dave and his drinking buddies. Well no, I do know how, I just continually ask myself why!

Dave lives down the corridor in the student halls at the university I attend. Though I guess he’s not really bad looking, I’d never found him attractive. He had a kind of know-it-all attitude that just always pissed me off.

Anyway, this particular Thursday night I’d gone down to his room to see if I could borrow some

When you’re a Villain, there are certain things you sign up for.

The risk of arrest, the risk of getting shot by police, the risk of getting hunted and severely beaten up by heroes. The risk of what happens when your secret identity is uncovered.

The risk of other Villains hunting you for their own ends.

Oh yes, don’t believe that only Heroines get hunted, trapped and put through slave training by Villains. Villains get it worse.

There is a code between Heroes and Villains. Sure,

I used to work in an office environment like so many other individuals these days. Indiscretion on my part one day turned my life upside-down and inside out. I was so naive at 26 at what goes on in the world.

I was a pool secretary, doing a lot of paper work in an architect firm.

Everyone could see everyone so there was no privacy. If there was a need for private discussions, the office had several conference rooms along the outside walls. The conference rooms had blinds that could be closed.

We had a plan. I was to be taken to a hotel, tied up, gagged, blindfolded and left alone until my man returned bringing with Him our guest, a man I had never met face to face. This was the first time we had invited someone else to play and I was a little nervous, no, almost terrified was a better way of describing how I felt but so very excited. We had discussed having a fun session with a stranger who would fuck me and use me while I was bound and gagged. That was about the extent of it

My wife is 52 years old and slim. She has a nice figure for her age and still loves sex. She does most things I want – oral sex on demand and she takes it in the mouth and swallows. However one thing I have not been able to do is to have sex with another guy while I watch. I know she would love to be fucked by a young, fit guy but she has some moral hang-ups to do with marriage I guess.

Several weeks ago we took a holiday to a resort in the South West of England and as usual spent a lot of time

I love to flirt. I love the attention of men. When we were young, my husband hated when I drew the attention of other males. Secure in our relationship after all these years, he has actually come to enjoy it. We have our steamiest sex when the topic of an added male is introduced. For the most part my flirting has been just harmless fun.

I always go home with my husband. Over the years, there have been a few guys who have copped the occasional feel, some who have, down right, made me