If you like the idea of giving or receiving a good caning this fetish story is for you.
The first thwack lands and he marvels at the way her buttocks respond. A ripple of flesh speeds out from where the strap touches her. It is like dropping a stone into a pool of oil. She does not flinch or cry out. She knows the rules just as he does. He brings his arm back and the strop whispers through the air again, landing harder this time.
Natasha is whipped and fucked in this short story.
“Are you going to ride me?” Natasha asks as she assumes the position.
A modern erotic fairy story. What is a dream and what is reality, and which is the most sensual?
Rebecca Mason is queen of her empire; she uses men and then discards the husks. No one is going to turn her into a whining sub. Then she meets two men she desires; the problem is one is cool and distant, and the other is not human.
Warning: This novel features some graphic sex scenes, some of which include BDSM. These scenes are all consensual and integral to the plot.
Celia Donnington is known as The Ice Maiden in her office. Will she thaw as she enters a world of BDSM at Hardend House? Will she survive the punishments? And if she does will she become a Mistress or a slave?
BDSM fiction by Simone Francis
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Warning: Contains scenes of BDSM whippings, spankings and graphic descriptions of sex.
I like writing about women exploring kinky sexy for the first time. In this spanking fetish short story a woman explores her deepest desires as the door to a new world opens .
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A woman daydreams of BDSM – will her dreams come true?
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Her fingers curled around the handle of the crop, beneath its leather skin it felt firm and unyielding. She had to place her thumbs along the shaft to force it to bend, just a little, into an elegant curve as she tested its strength.
She imagined it hissing down, moving with such speed and force that the friction of the very air caused it to flex. Then, at the bottom of the arc, contact with the anxiously waiting flesh, the abrupt stop causing the hard shaft to flex in the opposite direction, melding itself onto the round contours of the obediently bared behind.