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An old friend of mine was thinking of me.
I feel special...
Riendo
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An old friend of mine was thinking of me.
I feel special...
Riendo
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Bondage on a Budget by Alison Tyler and Dante Davidson
Description
Bondage on a Budget is a hot short story collection featuring couples who use regular odds and ends from around the house as sexy toys. From ice cubes to wallet chains, vanity sets to quarters, these 69 sizzling tales are sure to spice up your love life!
"A very playful and sensual read...a great sexy romp." -- Playtime Magazine
69 delightful vignettes... -- Gary Meyer, Clean Sheets
A clever collection of 69 erotic short stories. -- Carolyn Vakesh, The SandMUtopian Guardian #31
After these sultry chapters, you'll never look at a quarter the same way again! -- Playgirl Magazine
Here is a book that will kick down roadblocks and start you off right. Destined to be a classic. -- Heather L. Seggel, EIDOS, V10, Issue #38
Excerpt:
After admiring my cock in the mirror, and admonishing myself not to get too infatuated with the look of it, I slid into the outfit. First, I put on a tight white tank bra that pressed my small breasts flat to my chest. I pulled the top over my head and then tried on the pants. I’m a slim 5’8”, but I’d had the pants altered, and they fit perfectly, showing off the newfound bulge in front and my fine, round ass in the back. As I dressed, I imagined Alex’s hands unbuttoning the fly, his trembling fingers revealing the molded cock concealed beneath. One that was destined to introduce his virgin ass to the as yet unexperienced pleasures of life as a submissive.
I completed my outfit with a pair of beat-up black Doc Martens. Then I slicked my short blonde hair away from my face and gave myself a final once-over. It was my intention to look the part of a boy, yet retain my feminine side, and I felt as if I’d done a perfect job. Still, I took my time with my finishing touches, sure that Alex was squirming in our room, growing harder ever second. He’s unused to being out of control, tends to take charge in our relationship—at least, in the bedroom portion of it. I wondered what he was thinking about, whether his heart was beating extra fast from that sexy combination of anticipation and fear.
With more swagger to my stride than normal, I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom. Alex likes to tease me, says that I always walk as if I’m going somewhere, even when we’re out for a leisurely stroll. Now, I definitely had a purpose. Each step brought me further into my character. Long ago, Alex had confessed to being attracted to one of the cooks who had worked on a boat with him. He claimed the boy had looked like me, was of a slighter build than the rest of the burly sailors, with fairly feminine features and a “divine ass.” So, now I was Jake Miller, heading into our room to turn a forbidden fantasy into a reality.
I opened the door slowly, seeing that Alex had dimmed the lights and lit the two ivory candles on our dresser. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of gray cotton boxers, his eyes lowered, his body shaking slightly. I’d never seen him nervous before, never imagined he could appear vulnerable. Now that he was, I had a momentary lapse back into myself, wanting to go on my hands and knees in front of him, take his face in my hands, croon soothing words. But I’d fail him if I did.
Instead, I approached solidly, grabbed his chin in my hand and forced him to meet my eyes. He didn’t want to. He raised his face but kept his eyes lowered, staring at my feet.
“Look at me,” I said, my voice low and as gruffly masculine as possible. He shivered again, but this time he obeyed. “I’ve seen you watching me,” I told him, “seen the way you stare when I walk by. You think about me at night, alone in your bunk, your hand on your cock.”
Alex swallowed hard and nodded. My confidence grew inside of me. I could feel a heat spreading through my chest.
“You work yourself and imagine that I’m fucking you.”
Again, he nodded, his eyes wide. Taking a step closer, I pressed the bulge of my hidden rod directly in front of his mouth.
“You want to taste my cock, don’t you?” I asked, my tone still low, barely louder than a whisper.
“Yeah.”
Photo By Riendo
Bondage on a Budget is a hot short story collection featuring couples who use regular odds and ends from around the house as sexy toys. From ice cubes to wallet chains, vanity sets to quarters, these 69 sizzling tales are sure to spice up your love life!
"A very playful and sensual read...a great sexy romp." -- Playtime Magazine
69 delightful vignettes... -- Gary Meyer, Clean Sheets
A clever collection of 69 erotic short stories. -- Carolyn Vakesh, The SandMUtopian Guardian #31
After these sultry chapters, you'll never look at a quarter the same way again! -- Playgirl Magazine
Here is a book that will kick down roadblocks and start you off right. Destined to be a classic. -- Heather L. Seggel, EIDOS, V10, Issue #38
Excerpt:
After admiring my cock in the mirror, and admonishing myself not to get too infatuated with the look of it, I slid into the outfit. First, I put on a tight white tank bra that pressed my small breasts flat to my chest. I pulled the top over my head and then tried on the pants. I’m a slim 5’8”, but I’d had the pants altered, and they fit perfectly, showing off the newfound bulge in front and my fine, round ass in the back. As I dressed, I imagined Alex’s hands unbuttoning the fly, his trembling fingers revealing the molded cock concealed beneath. One that was destined to introduce his virgin ass to the as yet unexperienced pleasures of life as a submissive.
I completed my outfit with a pair of beat-up black Doc Martens. Then I slicked my short blonde hair away from my face and gave myself a final once-over. It was my intention to look the part of a boy, yet retain my feminine side, and I felt as if I’d done a perfect job. Still, I took my time with my finishing touches, sure that Alex was squirming in our room, growing harder ever second. He’s unused to being out of control, tends to take charge in our relationship—at least, in the bedroom portion of it. I wondered what he was thinking about, whether his heart was beating extra fast from that sexy combination of anticipation and fear.
With more swagger to my stride than normal, I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom. Alex likes to tease me, says that I always walk as if I’m going somewhere, even when we’re out for a leisurely stroll. Now, I definitely had a purpose. Each step brought me further into my character. Long ago, Alex had confessed to being attracted to one of the cooks who had worked on a boat with him. He claimed the boy had looked like me, was of a slighter build than the rest of the burly sailors, with fairly feminine features and a “divine ass.” So, now I was Jake Miller, heading into our room to turn a forbidden fantasy into a reality.
I opened the door slowly, seeing that Alex had dimmed the lights and lit the two ivory candles on our dresser. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a pair of gray cotton boxers, his eyes lowered, his body shaking slightly. I’d never seen him nervous before, never imagined he could appear vulnerable. Now that he was, I had a momentary lapse back into myself, wanting to go on my hands and knees in front of him, take his face in my hands, croon soothing words. But I’d fail him if I did.
Instead, I approached solidly, grabbed his chin in my hand and forced him to meet my eyes. He didn’t want to. He raised his face but kept his eyes lowered, staring at my feet.
“Look at me,” I said, my voice low and as gruffly masculine as possible. He shivered again, but this time he obeyed. “I’ve seen you watching me,” I told him, “seen the way you stare when I walk by. You think about me at night, alone in your bunk, your hand on your cock.”
Alex swallowed hard and nodded. My confidence grew inside of me. I could feel a heat spreading through my chest.
“You work yourself and imagine that I’m fucking you.”
Again, he nodded, his eyes wide. Taking a step closer, I pressed the bulge of my hidden rod directly in front of his mouth.
“You want to taste my cock, don’t you?” I asked, my tone still low, barely louder than a whisper.
“Yeah.”
Monday, November 1, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Safe By Alison Tyler, Photo Riendo
By Alison Tyler
"Safe" originally appeared in the collection "B is for Bondage." In this BDSM story, a submissive woman is punished at her Dominant's desire. But who really holds the reins in their pain-pleasure relationship? And just how safe does a safeword make you feel?
Excerpt:
He bent down to whisper into my ear, “Choose your safeword.”
This wasn’t anything we’d talked about before. Jack read me so well that I put my trust totally in him. I didn’t ever think I’d want him to stop before he was ready. “It can’t be no,” he continued, “because sometimes no doesn’t mean no.”
I nodded, swallowing hard.
“It can’t be please, or stop, or anything that might come to your lips accidentally. You have to think of a special word, and then you have to tell it…”
Of course, I thought he was going to say “to me.” What other words would complete that sentence? But Jack was different. Jack was always three long strides ahead of me.
“You have to tell it to him….”
Jack motioned to a man standing nearby. Someone I hadn’t even noticed yet, my eyes busy roaming the crowd, looking for like-minded subs. This man was dressed for the part of the Dom. Leather pants. Tight black shirt. And a crop in one hand.
Did he know Jack?
Were they friends?
My mind raced faster than ever, whirling with possibilities. Jack owned a place in New York. I knew that. But I hadn’t considered that might mean he was a regular at clubs like this, clubs that catered to the darkest of sexual fantasies.
“Go on, now,” Jack hissed, tossing the handle of the leash to the man. “Make sure you tell him, kid. He won’t stop otherwise.”
photo riendo
"Safe" originally appeared in the collection "B is for Bondage." In this BDSM story, a submissive woman is punished at her Dominant's desire. But who really holds the reins in their pain-pleasure relationship? And just how safe does a safeword make you feel?
Excerpt:
He bent down to whisper into my ear, “Choose your safeword.”
This wasn’t anything we’d talked about before. Jack read me so well that I put my trust totally in him. I didn’t ever think I’d want him to stop before he was ready. “It can’t be no,” he continued, “because sometimes no doesn’t mean no.”
I nodded, swallowing hard.
“It can’t be please, or stop, or anything that might come to your lips accidentally. You have to think of a special word, and then you have to tell it…”
Of course, I thought he was going to say “to me.” What other words would complete that sentence? But Jack was different. Jack was always three long strides ahead of me.
“You have to tell it to him….”
Jack motioned to a man standing nearby. Someone I hadn’t even noticed yet, my eyes busy roaming the crowd, looking for like-minded subs. This man was dressed for the part of the Dom. Leather pants. Tight black shirt. And a crop in one hand.
Did he know Jack?
Were they friends?
My mind raced faster than ever, whirling with possibilities. Jack owned a place in New York. I knew that. But I hadn’t considered that might mean he was a regular at clubs like this, clubs that catered to the darkest of sexual fantasies.
“Go on, now,” Jack hissed, tossing the handle of the leash to the man. “Make sure you tell him, kid. He won’t stop otherwise.”
Monday, October 25, 2010
Little Bo Peep
Little Bo Peep
by Gary
Little Bo Peep had fallen asleep.
Again.
She was gently woken by John the Woodsman to say she had lost her sheep.
Again.
John said he’d help her look.
So, she gave him a grateful kiss.
Then she was on her knees, head bobbing on cock. Back, forwards, deeper; spade-like hands holding her in a Woodsman’s grip.
She paused. A sound. People approaching?
John heard, covered her ears, pushed further. He came in huge spasms, a thunderous roar, Bo desperately swallowing.
As Johns mist cleared he saw Bo’s sheep returning.
The sheep he’d hidden.
Wagging their tails behind them.
Photo Riendo
by Gary
Little Bo Peep had fallen asleep.
Again.
She was gently woken by John the Woodsman to say she had lost her sheep.
Again.
John said he’d help her look.
So, she gave him a grateful kiss.
Then she was on her knees, head bobbing on cock. Back, forwards, deeper; spade-like hands holding her in a Woodsman’s grip.
She paused. A sound. People approaching?
John heard, covered her ears, pushed further. He came in huge spasms, a thunderous roar, Bo desperately swallowing.
As Johns mist cleared he saw Bo’s sheep returning.
The sheep he’d hidden.
Photo Riendo
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Local Flavor
Local Flavor
by Nocturnal Submission
“You’ve been devouring me from a distance and I don’t even know you.”
“I’m a food critic doing a piece on local flavor.”
“Want a private tasting? Top of the parking garage, 10 minutes. Be late, you’ll miss the 1st course.”
I kept my reservation, she was thoroughly prepared. “Sign says shoes, shirt…no service”, she commanded. I complied with house rules and was blown away by prompt service and total attention to detail.
"Well?” She asked.
“4 stars. How about the full menu?”
“Sorry, no seconds till everyone gets firsts” and she departed as the area’s best kept secret.
By Nocturnal Submission
Photo Riendo
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Flash Fuck Me: Why?
Flash Fuck Me: Why?
Why?
By @antalianna
The air was thick with smoke that clung to our bodies and tugged at our senses as the musicians wove their stories into our consciousness.
The music surged with my blood and I felt my soul expand to fit my body.
The stranger whose gaze I had met was against me and our movements were one.
Her hands found their way first to my breasts and then to my yearning dampness and I was overtaken by want.
She leaned in as though to catch my lips and I began to climax as she whispered “ Why would you fuck my husband?”
photo by me
riendo
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