Sin, Sex, & BDSM in The South
Hey, First of all, I know you’re new… So I’m going to go ahead and tell you. Don’t send a bunch of those same emails out to chicks in town and hope to get a bite from a few. Now, if you’re just looking to fuck, go ahead. Cause your approach comes off straight-up AOL […]
You and him. Sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G. First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then here you come with a baby carriage. Well – that isn’t for everyone. Some people are more casual. More quiet. More secretive. Professional and family lives tend to get into the way of exploring kink and other fetishes that some […]
Everyday he made bolder moves. When she’d suck him off, if she didn’t get it all, she’d wear it all day. She learned that scarves hid the stains. But not the strained expressions from coworkers who knew she’d been tasting her Boss’s balls. He’d follow her to the bathroom stall and rape her mouth. Cubicles […]
Saturday night will be the last night that I’ll see two of of my most beloved friends in my local BDSM group. I’ve made and lost friends from this circle before, but I was never this sad. I was never, ever this sad. B is a gay male dominant. I’ve been working with him on […]
My demons haven’t been lulled to sleep. They haven’t been whispered words of appeasement until a later date. Each time they come for me, I’ve been forced to learn. Each time they twist me around like warm caramel from a spoon. Rip up my insides. Leave me on the floor. Horse from the screams and noticing the blood […]
Hit her harder. She can’t even feel that. I can tell how she’s reacting. Everyone can tell. “Beat her ass.” It was more of a hiss than a whisper. I stepped in. The air was thick the first time I hit her. She was up there for a reason, in that position. Her head rolled […]
I like your pale skin. I want to sting it. I want it to spill little strips of lava , maybe rub some in. Oh, and I want you cry. Just let me have a little bit of it. Just let me hurt you a little. Cry just a little for me. I want tears. […]
She had a thing for the animal shuffle and the view of a whore. She’d been through enough of them. Now she’s careful who she bruises for. But the marks do call. And the ringing is hard to avoid. Now the ringing won’t stop and my unmarked flesh drives me up the fucking wall.
He came in late. She was down to her natural look. Some girls did it like that. Not her. This was a once and a blue moon thing. Things were tight. She needed the cash. So she took him. He seemed very pleased when he entered, which always confused her. She ain’t even have on no […]
