There were certain conversations that never took place in the summertime. The sun might pride herself as the great elucidator, but winter was the season of humble introspection. When outside it was bitterly cold, what else was there to do but curl up in bed together? To kiss and touch and writhe in unison, then bask in the warmth of each other's bodies? Whe...
I met someone recently while golfing. Golf isn't my thing really. It's not that I don't like golf, I'm just no good at it. People say I swing like a girl, but damn it all, I am a girl. But the guys at work talked me into playing for some charity thing, so I played. I much prefer a new golf app on my tablet that I recently discovered. There I just have to tap...
Reeva had spent the entire day in a state of aroused anxiety, since their aborted make out session in her room, she had been unable to be alone with Nikita. During lunch, all they could do was pass lustful glances at each other, afterwards her mother took over and Reeva had to spend the whole day with her catching up on the stories of the family and her scho...
Authors Note: This chapter delves quite a bit further into kink than my previous works. CW: Consensual NonCon, Edgeplay, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Bondage. ***************** I shivered as the night air gusted against me, biting with an icy mist. I had been waiting in these bushes for nearly half an hour now and it was all I could do to keep my teeth from cha...
I've written this story from the point of view of a married woman. For the record, I am a middle aged married man who likes to write porn stories in my spare time. This is my first attempt at writing in the first person perspective, so I hope to see lots of feedback and none of that bullshit spam trolling. Please, if you take the time to read the whole story...
Chapter 1: Cookies & Spice The girl in the green cardigan with the rolling cart makes her way down the main street in the village of Durbin. This is the Durbin of the out-of-the-way, of where Starbucks is unlikely to penetrate, a place pleasantly apart. Down the street she rolls, looking this way and that for where hope rests, a gathering expectation in...
*** Week Four *** I awoke Monday with a jolt -- crap, the band box, my empty bed, and sore. Gloriously, satisfyingly sore. Stand in the shower, let the hot water beat down on me and smile sore. Use my fingers to coax a spend, blissfully and thoroughly sore. Think of Lily and all that the weekend had been sore. Dress, drive, stop for coffee, and hurry to wor...
All the time Jennifer and I were talking, I was working on my plan. She had a big advantage over me since I hadn't been aware of her so called training program. Not that I was complaining about the results, but if my efforts to give her a memorable day were to succeed, I'd need some help and fast. Code word...toys. I may have mentioned that I had some toys...
Mary Morgan sat near the front of the congregation contemplating the choir to her right – or, more particularly, one single member of the choir – her daughter-in-law, Chelsea. Chelsea had been married to Mary's step-son, David Collins, for three years and for all of that time Mary had been fantasising about getting the beautiful young woman naked and into be...
Sangitta woke in the morning and felt lovely and refreshed. It was nine o'clock and she had enjoyed a good ten hours of sleep. She decided to get up make a cup of coffee and come back to bed and drink it there. Naked she slipped from under the duvet and put on a silk dressing gown and made her way to the kitchen. As she waited for the coffee machine to its...