Whitney doesn’t just ride wild stallions—she rides cocky little subs until they break. Saddle up, sugar.

Lana had been planning a girls’ night in for weeks, eager to invite all of her girlfriends over and just have a good time.  She and her friends clinked their wine glasses together over pizza as they laughed and joked. …

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, low growls, muffled moans, and the desperate rhythm of bodies colliding. Brooke’s cheek was pressed to the glass, her breath fogging it up with every exhale. Tyrone’s hands were…

Brooke’s breath hitched as she felt Tyrone’s hands slide up the backs of her thighs, slow and deliberate. Her skirt rose with his touch until it bunched around her hips. The cool air of the office kissed her bare skin,…

Lana was a well-known Dominatrix in her community.  She specialized in providing pleasure to her clients, both in person and on the web.  She had been quite successful in her trade, and she had a steady following of devoted submissives.…