Sasha stared at her computer not believing what she saw. "Gregor Sabatini, long time partner to Jay Miles at Jay Miles design launches exciting new 2005 collection." She read out loud. That little headline was just one of them. There were hundreds of different articles, forum threads and material with picture to verify the man who sat next to Sasha in the...
"how to plant a post-hypnotic suggestion" -- I typed those words into the search bar and hit Enter. I scrolled through the results, a lot of websites about hypnosis, but nothing looked like just what I wanted. I clicked on a few links, and did some reading about post-hypnotic suggestion in general, but what I was really looking for was a quick and easy way...
I sat on the wide polished piano bench. Late afternoon sun cast striped shadows as it streamed through half opened blinds; golden motes of dust danced silently in the air. He sat, as he always did, next to me. Years ago, I had begged my mother to learn to play – we had a baby grand at home – and she finally relented. I had started lessons with him three y...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 12 == When I woke in the morning Chloe still had her arms around me. It seemed that we were both so emotionally and physically drained that we had slept the whole night through without moving around at all and we were st...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 10 == Although I was very tired, I did not want to go off to bed immediately. I needed time to unwind a little first. I sat there thinking over all I had discussed on the phone with Master and my mind began to drift back...
Taken, and loving it, 'eventually!' Here I was on my knees on my own bed with a black cock all the way in my open mouth, I was actually on my knees between his open legs, he was leaning in a sat up position against my headboard, my husbands and my headboard. He had his hand tight in my hair, my long blond hair, partly in a pony tail because some of my hai...
Author's note: This story takes place during season 2. *** The woman who called herself Amanda Clarke stared dumbfounded at her TV screen, unable to believe what she was hearing. It was true it might mean this nightmare was finally over... or it was just beginning. It all depended whether Emily Thorne, a.k.a. the real Amanda Clarke had done this, and if s...
After Joe was gone I put on a silk robe and dried my hair. When I walked into the living room I saw the book lying on the coffee table. I carried it to bed with me to read. When I read the table of contents, I was surprised that it didn't have a guide to whips and chains. I guess Joe was right when he said BDSM is much more than that. In the section on Domin...
I am sorry that this chapter has taken so long to submit, we suffered a tragic loss just after Chapter 11 was submitted and it has taken me many months to be able to complete this chapter. I hope I haven't lost too many readers and that you remember my work, if not please read it again and let me know what you think of my efforts. Thank you EG * For the...
The movement of the blue crescent was filled with a collage of sounds. The mixture of sounds resembled the gurgle that smiling babies make after quenching a harsh thirst, the sounds that a flock of water fowl made after bathing within an ocean and a sound that resembled, blended with, the cacophony of an arena; voices raised until all that can be discerned i...