I almost didn’t pack the leathers. I hadn’t even given them a thought until recently. This mission has lasted a year. For a long time, the day to day tensions of blending our crews and fighting the Kazon had kept me distracted from the loneliness and the longings. But lately Voyager had settled into a routine. It was an unusual one by Starfleet standards, but it was a routine nonetheless.

I may not have thought of them ever were it not for searching for some other item that now escapes me. They were in a cupboard above my closet in the case which I had made especially for them. Seeing my leathers brought fourth an almost painful longing for their warm supple feel against my naked skin. I longed to feel the singular rush of erotic power they gave me. I had a staff meeting scheduled for that morning, but I was not aware of the time. I began to pull the outfit out of the case and arrange it on the bed in ritual order as I had at home on Earth.

As always, I felt each piece as I laid it out. Real leather is extremely rare anymore, and this leather was incredibly soft. Touching it was a sensuous experience. There were many pieces: Thigh high boots that laced up the sides, thong style panties, a leather garter belt and silk stockings, a leather corset, a lace trimmed leather bra, long satin gloves, a silver chain choker and jewelry. Mark used to kid me that it took an hour to put on and a moment to remove. But the preparation was part of the pleasure. I would shed off one skin slowly and literally put on another.

"Stay with me?" Draco asked. "I.really need some company."

Harry nodded and, after tucking Draco in, moved to the other side of the bed and lay down. Draco turned over and faced him. "You know what?" He asked.

"What?" Harry said.

"I'm beginning to really like you, Harry."

Struggling in vain against her captors, Kimberly is put on one of the tables in the chamber and strapped down. Her arms are strapped over her head, her ankles are spread apart and strapped to the end of the table. Two thin straps hold her torso down -- one is just under her breasts and the other on her lower abdomen, between her belly button and her pubic hair. She was completely exposed and helpless.

"Good morning, Pink Ranger, " Tortura taunted. "Ready for our day's activities?"

Cautiously at first, lest he somehow alarm her or turn her off, Joffrey began to lightly rub the area around her velocigina with his chin, nuzzling the rough, pebble-like folds of skin surrounding it with his tongue.

The creature howled with a terrifying, primordial delight and thrust herself back against Joffrey's mouth, knocking out his front teeth and ramming his lower jaw deep inside her.

"Well... wh-what do we do now?" Luke said, desperately trying to sound suave.

"I don't know babe... you tell me."

"Well um... let's g-get you outta my dr-dreams and into my bed." Luke stuttered, desperately trying to be slick, yet he knew it was hopeless to be suave on the shitter.

Leah hopped gleefully out of the shower, the soap continued pouring from her shapely body. Luke stood up from the toilet, his man meat proudly waving about and his pants still down around his ankles. He hurried to chase her body down.
He fell in the door way, tripping over his pants. He pulled his face up from the floor and gazed at Leah, SPREAD EAGLE ON THE HOVER BED. Luke tried to look away, hell to pull himself up off the ground and get his shiney, white ass back in his pants.

There his sister was... on the bed... proudly presenting herself.

"You have..." WHACK "...no idea..." WHACK "...how much pleasure this gives me." He grabbed Draco's jaw and wrenched it upwards, causing the studded restraints to dig into his head. Draco cried out. Lucius looked him in the eye.

"Pain is such a pleasant sensation," Lucius remarked. "Particularly when I'm the one inflicting it." He brought his whip down hard on Draco's neck, and it bit down deep. Skin parted, leaving an ugly, pleading wound.

i thought a lot of people didn't read profiles and/or sent boring copy and paste messages.

this confirms it.

update: also confirmed that desperate dudes will still hit on uh... this.

watching a very potter musical for the 98th time.

i am actually a person.

My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.