This is my submission for the Valentine's Day 2019 contest. A great big thank you to Selene for her encouragement and for offering to beta-read this story for me, as well as for having been so kind and thoughtful in her correspondence about my earlier work. To each and every reader who has reached out to me or may do so in the future, I am deeply grateful....
Author's Note: Just to warn you, this is another slow-burn, and also contains mild elements of blood-play, so don't read on if that kinda thing freaks you out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cold rain pelted Sally's shivering body as she hurried over the winding cobblestone sidewalk. It had just started to pou...
This has taken a lot longer than I anticipated, between work and the holiday's I took a bit of time away from writing. But it's done, so please enjoy. This is the first in a two part series, I haven't even started the sequel, so please don't ask. It's gonna take a while. I need to say a huge thanks to LiveCat for proof reading, editing and just being ext...
Ah yes, she's here again - the girl. I've been watching her for several weeks now. She and her friends hang out at the pool where I live. Several of them must be sub-letting for the summer because there's no way a college student could afford to live here on a regular basis. Then again, who knows? Parents give their kids everything these days. Of course, I...
There was nothing better in mind to do today that I could think of to waste the afternoon away, so I figured riding along the coast of the beach would be a better adventure than nothing. I zoomed down the smooth pavement bordering the beaches edge in my faded red beach cruiser, clad in just my white bikini top, high waisted ripped jean shorts, and a lavender...
Author's Note: I would classify this story as half romance, half sex, with an emphasis on the mental dance that happens before, well, the horizontal dance. Feedback is always welcome. **** Anne lay nude on the bed, her $150 haircut mussed beyond repair. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, forced open by the young blonde who knelt between them. There were...
Bodies entwined... skin sliding against skin... slick with sweat... legs tangling together... hands exploring... lips tasting... moans of pleasure... a whispered voice... "... Madison... " The room was in near darkness, only the glow from the hearth cast shadows on the wall. Through the sheer drapes of the bed she could see two bodies, locked together in p...
"Ding," the doorbell rang, and Miranda stopped breathing for a moment. "Ding, ding," the doorbell rang, and she grabbed her glass, knocking it back before realizing it was empty. She grabbed the bottle, and it was empty, too. Getting up from the table, she swayed slightly and went to the kitchen sink, getting a glass from the cupboard and filling it from the...
Author's Note. This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or but...
(This story is dedicated to Rozalin_0123 and is a birthday gift from me to her. Happy Birthday, you wonderful lady, and I do hope you enjoy this little road trip to the coast. Four miles. "Oh damn." Three miles. "Oh damn, oh damn. Two miles. Check for state troopers—no? Gun it! One Mile. "Oh, damn, damn, damn." Off-ramp! Rest stop! BATHROOM! Not...