Punishment and pleasure. Podcast written by Jaiden MyErotica, read by Lora Vestaloyne — “You’re the boss, honey.” He said it — and not for the first time. But right now it’s different. Usually, we’ll share a look that tells me he’s not joking, even if the friends we’re hanging out with think it’s hilarious. If only they knew, huh? …

A sweet, succulent treat. Podcast written by Jaiden MyErotica, read by Lora Vestaloyne — I have a sweet tooth and a dirty mind, and when I’m in the mood, I just love to combine the two. Take the lollipop, an innocent candy, sweet and sticky. In my hands, it becomes a devilish temptation, impossible to resist. I’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends that I…

Look but don’t touch. Podcast written by Jaiden MyErotica, read by Bitsy la Bourbon — She has always been a tease, always got her kicks from leading me on. She likes the power it gives her, the way it makes her feel. I like it too. I like to watch. Today she came to me with a request. I was to lie down on…

A sweet treat. Podcast written by Jaiden MyErotica, read by Bitsy la Bourbon — Flowers, chocolates, perfume — so cliché. So he doesn’t buy those for me; he knows the quickest way to my heart, and other places, is a ripe, juicy strawberry. Farmers market strawberries — seasonally grown, flavorful. Expensive. …

The thrill of disobedience. Podcast written by Jaiden MyErotica, read by Bitsy la Bourbon. — I am a slave to my man’s every whim. That’s not a metaphor, a silly complaint to my girlfriends at the coffee shop; it’s a simple statement of fact. I have chosen to live this way. I chose to be a slave, to be at my Master’s beck and…

My oral fixation. Podcast written by Jaiden MyErotica, read by Bitsy la Bourbon — My ex loved to watch me smoke. It made him so hard. I think about his big, thick cock often, just about every time I light up. I put my cigarette up to my lips and I can taste his dick. I light it and inhale and I am…

I walk in and you are there, waiting for me. Watching me. Your eyes command me to sit opposite you. I take my seat and bring my feet up onto the coffee table. You admire my shoes — long spiked metal heels, shiny PVC uppers. I let my knees fall…

Under the duvet which covers them both, he moves over to caress her succulent naked breasts with his right hand. In an instant, her engorged nipple responds to his large soft palm. ‘Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping?’ Ademola says to his wife. ‘And you are doing a good job…

Shallow breaths As she steps closer His chest rises and falls Swallowing The anticipation that floods his mouth Her voice Hypnotic and low Binding him to her A deep, shuddering inhale As her nails lightly drag Down the front of his throat As they journey to his chest The force intensifies And red trails are…