Her name was Allegra. She was a dancer and the most beautiful nineteen year old you could ever imagine. Sleek as a cat, her rich, strawberry blonde hair piled up in a bun revealing her long, graceful neck, she smiled the most radiant of smiles, her big green eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement. And that face! Perfection! Her body, befitting a dancer...
My heartfelt appreciation goes to DarkEmpress for her editing of this installment of Shane's story. It is my intention to write in three distinct stages of Shane's life. I will not necessarily follow a chronological order in their creation, but will divide them into three clear segments Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years Chapter 1 Growing up, I always th...
Candice dropped Camilla off a few blocks away from Luvlee's. Camilla put her clothes on after she got out of the car: wanting to stay publicly nude for as long as possible, she first put on her socks and shoes, then her panties, and finally her dress; a few passersby appreciated what they saw, and clapped for her. Candice said good-bye and drove off--she wou...
I cursed silently as I watched Steve Jennings being sent out from the match with fourteen minutes of play left. Language that was now colored with Brit slang, thanks to my sojourn to the airport pub last night with my veddy British cameraman, Phil Baker to catch the redeye out of JFK. The network's little idea of a joke, a form of malicious payback for my re...
An hour into my first class as a nude art model, the instructor told me to get into a pose I could hold for 20 minutes. I was on a platform in the middle of the room with about ten students, two of them male, stood around me in a semicircle. I got down on my knees, put my forearms on the floor, and rested my head on my clasped hands. One of the men called ou...
The note arrived via messenger from Teresa's Master, simply worded yet as commanding as his actual presence. It specified his time of arrival, how she should be dressed, and it also included an extra bit of information: He would be bringing along a friend, who long held the fantasy of watching a session between a Dominant and submissive who had the true rapp...
I was late getting off work by an hour, and knew I would have to move fast to get to the lake before dark, as it was a good 4 hours away from the city. My wife Julie had told me she was heading for the lake about noon to make arrangements for us to occupy the houseboat we had rented for the week. She had also said she would bring everything we would need wit...
Chapter 3 Although I did think that it might be an interesting experience to actually sit for an artist, it was a couple of weeks before I saw an opening coming up, on a Sunday. Of course not knowing whether she worked on such days, I was a little hesitant to make the call she'd suggested, but in the end did so, and Annabel immediately allayed my concern by...
Thanks to TECHSAN for Editing and suggesting a multi chapter format Today I stand astride the summit of my success. I know that sound like pompous crap, but that's what I feel like today. My name is Michael Howard, I'm twenty-eight, weigh one sixty eight, have a face that is suntanned to brown, ruggedly handsome, and work as a construction engineer project...
"What now?" I barked when Alex's annoying ringtone sounded. "Can't we have one night alone?" His eyes flashed with anger but I wasn't sure if it was for the phone interruption or me. "I have to take this," he muttered as he stood and moved away from the bar. As I slowly shook my head, the bartender Mike, who had introduced himself earlier, came down. "Can...