Insatiabear: A Panserbjørne's Musings

  FFF for Friday Jan 25 The light was overwhelming. Even through the loosely tied scarf, it permeated her, suffused her.  Wrapped loo...

(Source image submitted by Sephani Paige , source unknown) “Oh, come now,” he goaded her. “Can't you do better than that?” She ground ...

(Source image: "Bedtime Reading" by Valery Bareta ) “ The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty ”. Hmm. Well, I sure as hell haven't go...

(Image source: "Schlampenfieber" by Ben Marcato; all websites I have found for Ben are currently down) “Please, Mistress,” he beg...

"Trust me, I know what I'm doing!" "Oh, God, don't say that," she groused, chafing irritably, trying to find a...

(Image provided by Sephani Paige ; original source unknown) It was the hardest thing she'd ever done, but the promise of reward was g...

Mary Jane hung, splayed, in the alleyway. The rain, so warm and inviting after that first kiss, was cold and sharp now. Her nipples were cr...

(A note to anyone stopping by via e[Lust] -- welcome! I hope you like what you see here. Drop in anytime.  -- PB ) Most airports are ch...

(A few weeks back I asked what you fine folk would like to see here. Spring Flower requested a story on blindfolds and binding, so without ...

 She had never been so completely alive. Blindfolded, collared, chained, bound with silken ropes, she nevertheless could picture the scene ...

She raised her head, weakly, as she floated back to consciousness. Agony flooded through every pore and she inhaled for a scream. The hard ...

 “Swan Lake” filled the air as she shuffled about en pointe , nude, amidst a chorus of clinks. His eyes marked her, coldly appraising. “ ...

He shifted uncomfortably in the chair, willing himself to remain calm, pleased that his hands betrayed nothing of his tension, the clockspr...