This is the continuation of a story about my introduction to women and submission. If you're under 18 or offended by such things then please go elsewhere. If you'd like to comment, please email me! * * * * * I awoke, unbound and alone. The sun was filtering into Alex's spacious bedroom from the large single window on the other side facing the foot of the b...
Saturday arrived and I was there at the salon at nine thirty. Ten o'clock came and no Ashlyn. After fifteen minutes, I was beginning to wonder if the girl had chickened out at her chance to meet her idol when I heard a timid knock at the front door. There she stood, still wearing the same baggy style clothing that she always wore and clutching a leather satc...
This story is a work of fiction with fictitious characters over the age of 18. *************************** As a business traveler with a very large territory, I spend more hours on the road than I care to count. Late meetings, traffic and road construction all make my misery exponentially more miserable. When you spend 8-hours a day selling, 3-5 hours dri...
Odette and Kiki got up and walked across the street to the entrance of the big shopping mall. The developers built it to draw in the rich kids who went to the famous College and the wealthy parents who visited them, so it was packed with hip clothes stores and expensive boutiques and bookstores and upscale kitchen retailers. The townies resented it because e...
Celia. What a woman. Long slender legs, pure skin, and womanly figure. Ripe for the plucking. Twenty-seven and sure of herself, she walks with the grace of a ballerina, long auburn hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, almost reaching the soft rise of her perfect arse. God, I wish I was like her. She stole my lover, and I hate her. But how can I be so...
From the onset of puberty, when the hormones kicked in and I felt that first rush of sexual awareness, I knew that I was "different". What do I mean by that? Well, let me give you an example. When a group of us went to see the film "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof" and they were all lusting after Paul Newman I was looking at Elizabeth Taylor, wondering how those sof...
I thought it was the cold wind at first and pulled my comforter closer to my body. Well I tried to, but it was not budging and in my sleep-induced state I wasn't going to put too much effort into it. But my nipples were still feeling cold and then I felt it, a tentative lick. I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed at it before seeing a naughty Tamara looking at...
To eliminate any possible confusion I suggest you read Part 1 first as this is a continuation of that story. ***** She tasted so good I was reluctant to let her have her hand back. Eventually I brought my attention back inside the car and pulled out of the lay-by. I asked myself what I had started but was too excited by the promise of a wild adventure to d...
We woke early. I had slept well, and on rising slipped away to the Synagogue to pray. As I knelt I heard a voice: "Why do you seek me here child? Do you not know where I am to be found?" Then I heard another voice, one I had heard before: "It is time to complete your journey!" It was the Holy Virgin Then came a third voice, one I recognised as she began...
It had been a warm afternoon. The sun had shone all the time and the wine had been consumed in quantities. Combined with the heat, it had stirred Jane's body with a vague awareness, a pleasant feeling of sexual desire. A slight ache which craved pacifying, though there was no hurry. Among the meaningless chatter of guests, the distant laughter, Jane started...