I heard the knocking as soon as I turned the shower off. I wrapped the teensy hotel towel around as much of me as I could and went to look out the peephole. I saw my new assistant and opened the door carefully, "Hi Marci I just got out of the shower, I won't be a minute." "That's OK Mrs. Rice I just brought over the overheads so we could coordinate your pi...
You won't be able to fight it forever, Lucy. It's the pleasure that gets you in the end, more than the hypnosis. You can close your eyes, or try to look away from the watch as it swings back and forth on the end of the chain, but that just means that there's nothing to distract you from the wonderful things my fingers are doing. Feel them running over your...
I have to give thanks to my dearest of friends Adam, whom without I would have never had the courage and insight to go on with my writing. With much love, thank you. --------------------------------------------------- Click, click, click. The noise her stiletto high heels made as she walked down the hall. I've seen this woman before. She haunts me in my...
It may be a bit of a cliché but shopping is often seen as a very enjoyable experience for most women. The truth of such a claim would surprise many men in a way they would not remotely have guessed. One evening, Joan had just left her office in the west-end when she decided to do some late night shopping. The back streets of Kensington were a place she lov...
Her hand is so strong an insistent; the sensation shoots from my clit into my stomach. I can't stop my pelvis from squirming. "Watch me, baby...look into my eyes." She tells me as she continues to massage my crotch. I look at her and her gaze is so intense; deep into my eyes and down into my soul. If my mind wasn't so focused on the sensations shooting th...
Thank you to VMKane for editing and constantly pushing me to be a better writer. ****** I'm lying next to her, the room is pitch black and all I can focus on is her breath catching in her throat. The duvet has somehow managed to work its way down so it's only covering my lower half. The cool night air coming in through the open window is raising goosebum...
Maggie was sleeping when I opened my eyes. I had a moment of panic; a memory of the years when waking up might mean getting slapped around. My heart pounded and I forced myself to take a long slow breath. The muscle on the inside of my right thigh trembled a little and I remembered how softly Maggie's touch had been there. I must have closed my eyes as a ch...
Something was wrong. Lily lay still, keeping her eyes closed. "Something is very wrong here." The bed felt normal. It wasn't too warm or cool in the room. It was still dark. Suddenly it dawned on her. Silence! Normally she would be able to hear traffic down below on the streets, the not-unwelcome sound of other human beings. The sounds of the city. Now t...
Anne Wallace was a fine Vicar's wife. Respected by the community , she was a pillar of support for her husband's calling. Her lithe figure, and fashionable dress sense meant that she tended to be noticed, and admired , wherever she went. She and husband John were regarded as a "team" and she prided herself on looking good. Her black pencil skirt, pink blouse...
There's a faded childhood scar on her jaw. It shows in sharper relief in the flickering candlelight. She walks to me, letting her cream chemise spill to the carpet. The beauty mark on the inside of her thigh winks at me as she crosses the room. I had stripped and laid down on our bed earlier, as soon as I saw the lit candles and massage oils on the nightst...