Summary: Submissives are taught to say thank you with their tongues. Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the original idea for what turned out to be a very lengthy, complex story in the vein, I hope, of my 'Catching Mommy' series except without the incest (mostly). Note 2: Thanks to H.S., Robert, Sophia, Text Beethoven, and Wayne for editing. This is...
This is an edited version. Tall_Poppy was awesome enough to help me with tackling the spelling and grammar of this piece. * Chapter 1 With a thud the movers put the last box down against the wall of my new living room. I signed their papers, gave them a tip and then they left. I sighed happily when I heard them close my front door. Finally alone. No more...
Author's Note: This is chapter two in my Wound in Time series. The story contains mainly F/F action as well as a plot. It's a lengthy piece that will not exactly satisfy your search for instant gratification. Okay, maybe it will. You needn't have read the first one but if you want extra juice on the characters, checking it out will be a good fix. That said,...
I have been married for about six years now. The first five with Chuck were some of the best of my life. I am 31 years old now and for the last year, I have been pretty much alone. It seems as though Chuck has started going out pretty frequently with "the guys", usually to one of the local strip joints. When he finally rolls in after closing the joint, he sa...
When I got out of the shower the next morning, dripping and steamy, I called to Ann-Marie: "Did you finish making the bed and setting my place for breakfast, Ann-Marie?" "Yes, I did, Mistress." "Good. Now come in here like I told you." The bathroom door creaked open, and Ann-Marie entered on her hands and knees, naked, with her eyes cast downward and her...
There was no way to foresee what had brought me to the conclusion, but I knew there had to be more to life. I didn't know if it would be better or worse at that point, only that it needed to be different. I had spent so many years not thinking about my own needs that I had no idea what I did need. Trying to contemplate my next move seemed senseless and yet n...
Lynne left the house, kissing her husband, John, good-bye, just like any other day. John was on his way out to a meeting, some merger or other, that would put another diamond ring on Lynne's hand. Not that Lynne cared about the diamonds or the cars or the designer clothes -- that was all John. He wanted everyone to see how successful he was by looking at his...
The date seemed doomed to failure from the get-go. Not only was it a blind date, already diminishing the chances of the dates success, but it was a blind date at a noisy restaurant; noisy restaurants are not conducive to good conversation, which is key to a successful blind date. That being said, Alice had to fight a mental battle on whether or not she was e...
Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot my thoughts down. A special thank you goes out to Rockcrawler & Company, and to Ally (my own personal Jessica) for the help and wonderful words of encouragement. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first twelve stories you might want to start there....
I woke up the next morning, still facing Melanie, but she was still facing away from me. I could hear her regular breathing and I knew that she was still asleep. I moved a little and groaned. My ass was so sore and I was stiff from my punishment of last night. I was not exactly happy; Melanie was angry with me, wasn't talking to me or letting me talk with he...