As we sat on the steps, waiting for the moment when we could trust the sleep cycles of the children tucked in upstairs, I looked at him with mischief in my eyes. "You know what I want to do? As soon as they're asleep, I want rough, hurried sex at the nearest convenient location. Then, I want to have a few drinks and enjoy our evening, and then I want to do s...
"Don't move." His deep, somewhat gravelly voice seemed to hover around her long after he made that statement so emphatically. It embraced her with an echo in her mind of those words over and over as reinforcement. "Don't move." It wasn't advice or suggestion, not even a command, but rather a fact, with well understood background. It meant that she would...
I have you a bit more to myself now, haven't I? I've seen off those other men: kind, nice men, chatting you up at parties. You were so safe with them, with those kind, nice men, weren't you? So safe with the old familiar routine: a chat up, a snog, a screw, meet again, do it all again. And you? Something missing, so not alive, so not... what is it that you w...
I'll be honest, I was nervous. Of course, I was nervous, it was to be expected, wasn't it? A spontaneous invite for 'drinks' now left me sitting in a pub, bouncing my knee up and down with a sweating palm clutching my half-drunk cider. I'd deliberately sat opposite the entrance, tucking myself into a corner, my eyes glued to the door waiting for it to open....
Rob had many fantasies all to do with spanking and caning. He scoured the internet for mature dominant Mistresses, anyone who offered exciting times in their well equipped premises. He had recieved many replies, quite diverse replies at times, as some had dungeons, others soundproof cellars and attic playrooms. Their roles were varied as some were rubber and...
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I slid off his lap and stumbled to my stockinged feet, my bottom red from the spanking I'd just received; my painted eyes red from it as well. I wiped the tears off on my bony shoulders, bare except for the slender white bra straps. I pulled my matching panties up from my ankles and then tugged upward the sticky lace tops of my white thigh-highs while saying...
"Go on, go on. No one's looking." Betty quiveringly drew in a deep breath and held it in her lungs. Why was her friend asking her to do this? Was it part of some kind of game? It seemed so weird, but she couldn't bring it upon herself to protest. It was hard to say no to Eugenia. She exhaled, then clutched the sides of her skirt and began to lift it up. A...
A few short storiesWhat's next? An exciting dinner date...
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