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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“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.

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....

Don’t be fooled by his perfect manners and gorgeous smile, this man is not nearly as nice as he seems. In all the right ways. She believes that she is the naughty one in this duo, and pushes the boundaries of decency to provoke his reaction. Finally, the "real" gentleman is unleashed and she discovers that he is not, in fact, a gentle man at all. This handsome rigger teaches his new freshly submissive muse some deliciously hard lessons in bondage, Shibari, and corporal punishment. And this is just the beginning: Her education is nowhere near complete....

Shelly finds herself in the spotless bathroom of her new lover—a man of few words but wonderful hands. He has a plan, starting at her long hair and working his way down her entire body. His thorough touch includes fingers, shampoo, soap, and shaving. Leaving no nook untouched, Shelly is not afraid to submerge herself into his fantasy and into his bathtub and discovers how cathartic a good, deep clean can be.

“Tell me what you dream of,” you whisper throatily and a deep blush travels up from my depths to my cheeks. Pleasuring myself in front of you is definitely risqué, but sharing my filthy thoughts feels downright illegal. “So… I often have this dream of being in Bangkok. There’s a man there called Zaan… and his eyes just have sex in them,” I whisper, “He introduces me to a group of his friends, then asks me if I’d like to teach them how to have sex with a foreigner.”

In the final part of this three-part f--kfest, everything really is everywhere. Our thirsty trio leave all remaining inhibitions far, far behind them and explore their deepest, darkest territories of desire. If you thought the first two parts were filthy, this will bust those boundaries wide, wide open and leave you wondering if you'll be arresting for loving every burning word.

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.

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.