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Do you fantasize about someone you shouldn't? Someone you really, really shouldn't? This woman does, and often lets the fantasy overcome her. It makes no sense; her boyfriend is achingly hot, incredible in bed, and just a goddam good guy. And his brother, the one she dreams of, is his twin. They look almost identical. It makes no sense. 

Shibari is not just about the ropes...it's the anticipation of being bound, the rhythm, the time, the technique, and the full-bodied yearning to relinquish every last bit of power and really let go. From a soapy shower shaving, to a star harness, to a full-on, frog-tied f--k fest, this feisty essay leaves no Shibari stone unturned.

Part two of this story of a filthy threesome, things heat up even more. The men fulfil her deepest taboo desire and she accommodates them both in every way she can. Bathed in sweat and begging for more, the two muscular men dominate the boundaries of what's "right and wrong" and love every heaving breath of it.

I fantasize about my master’s kitchen bench all the time. I dream of him bending me over it and teaching me some good, hard lessons in submissive kitchen etiquette. I am a chef, and it’s wrong. So, so wrong. Usually, I’m the one in charge, dominating my restaurant kitchen like the queen I am. Yes, I have an ego. Yes, I get stressed. And yes, all I can think about tonight is him taking charge, making me take him any way he wants. I ache as wait for him, quite sure he’s late on purpose—keeping me on edge, aware of the power he has not just over my body but also my time.

Today, my crimson lips and six-inch stilettos have all the other librarians talking but I don't care. Today I want glam, fire, wild attraction; one silky stocking at a time. I have the will, the desire, and the body. It’s time to bring some sex, some forbidden fantasy to the library.

The most explicit essay yet in the submissive series, this female protagonist reaches new heights of filthy desire. She's fantasized forever about a threesome, with two strong men, ready to use her for their pleasure...and now it's really happening. Guided by her protector and master, she takes exactly what she is given, wherever she is given it. And whilst begging to stop, she begs for more.

I nervously study the wicked array of sex toys meticulously arranged on your bed. They gleam in the lamplight - floggers neatly knotted, spreader bars polished, plugs bejewelled and ropes freshly coiled - a cornucopia of bondage, discipline and so much sadism. My knees almost buckle when you open a drawer to display your collection of dildos, lined up like Russian dolls, from smallest to largest.

This English teacher is breaking all the rules with Ronaldo, a night school student who is keen to please. Ronaldo has the captivating ability to roll his R's, and this teacher wants to know exactly what else he can do with his tongue. So far, her thoughts have remained just wild fantasies, until the moment she offers private lessons. Now it's teacher's turn for Ronaldo to teach her a few good lessons.

Room service, champagne, and a deeply dark room are the perfect scenes to explore a forbidden fantasy. Fueled by months of longing, explicit imagining, and a strict "one night only" agreement, tensions are high. She is ready. With no apologies, she wants what she wants, but ends up inviting, enticing, and receiving a lot more than she bargained for. But no one else needs to know...or do they?

Hannah has fantasized about her best friend Lara for years...but so far these thoughts have remained only filthy fantasies. Up until tonight, Hannah has only ever enjoyed men, but finally the allure of Lara's curvy body and delicious pink lips is too much to bear, so she decides to make her first and only exploration into the pleasures of a woman's body. Flirting through her own fears, she seduces Lara right in front of a hot bartender, also keen to get involved.

I gasp as your fingers gently but firmly slide the collar across my throat. My jugular pulses beneath the leather and my breath quickens, fighting the fight or flight response. I’m new to the world of BDSM, punishment, domination, Daddies and Masters but you are teaching me; slowly, methodically and painfully perfectly. And it hurts in all the right ways.

No one would ever know that behind my spectacles and business-blazer lies a body longing for lust. My dreams of being dominated by an experienced Alpha are wild, explicit, vivid, and uncensored, but in reality, I behave. I have a good job and do all the good things that good girls do. I’ve never dared to take my first filthy foray into the world of submission, BDSM, daddies, masters, slaves and subs.

I’m a self-confessed control freak. You have to be when you own a bar dominated by strong, competitive Alpha males who know no shame. But you, you seem different: masculine and Alpha, undoubtedly, but without the arrogance. I study you unwavering. You don't look like you should be wearing a suit; you look like you should be scaling a mountain somewhere, or rescuing cats. You have the kind of muscularity that comes from hard work, not hard gym.

We’ve never touched before this moment. We’ve never been alone. For months now, I’ve fantasized deeply, wildly, about your big hands on me, around me, inside me... but the reality is, I barely know you. And now you’re here, in my home, with a bulging massage package, coconut oil and deeply therapeutic fingers.

“I’ve never done this before! I’m not sure I can!” I panic in the candlelit room. The sound of my own voice startles me. It’s barely been above a murmur for the past three years. “You can do this,” says the low deep voice from the bed. My gaze is pulled back to him. Matthew Goddard. Injured and found on the grassy mountain slopes three months ago, nursed back to health by me. Well, me and the other flush-faced nun standing here too.

“Did you know?” smiles my beauty therapist, Charlotte “Some women actually enjoy a bikini wax.” She holds my gaze just a touch longer than strictly necessary. She’s gorgeous, with a perky ponytail, luscious lips, perfectly sculpted eyebrows and flawless skin. As we study one another, I see a gleam in her eye that tiptoes the line of professional curiosity.

I glance at my open blinds, not really caring who sees me fully naked and glowing in the morning light. This is my morning, my day to do exactly how I please. And today I choose to please myself.

This isn't one of those cheap '70s pornos, I promise. But yes, her car does break down. And yes, it is an urgent situation. Stressed out and over-caffeinated, this feisty customer takes matters into her own hands when she's desperate to get to her conference. Fortunately, her filthy mechanic is oh so ready for servicing and gives her exactly what she needs. 

Where does your mind flow during the perfect massage? When the touch is so delicious it's desperate to become taboo? Do you let it? Invite it? Dream it? Make it happen? The answer is YES.

Fliss doesn't know she enjoys pain until she meets Damian, her tattooist. Armed with black latex gloves and a burning tattoo gun, Damian works Miss Fliss into a gasping, writhing, moaning mess on his leather bench. Is he enjoying her pain too? Is he a sadist? Or is he simply a professional? His throaty voice and strong grasp give nothing away. Until....