You entered the house, filling the room with your aura of domination. I was waiting for you on my knees, legs spread wide, arms behind my back and my head bowed. The silk black corset I was wearing cinched my waist tightly and pushed my full breasts high. A matching thong barely covered my pussy lips and my spread legs gave you, my Master, the full view. The...
Chapter 5: Rio Rita In New York in 1928 the speakeasies were everywhere, in the basements of mansions, in penthouses off Park Avenue, in Greenwich Village cellars, in Wall Street office buildings, in brownstone rooming houses, in tenements, in two-flats in the Bronx, in Bay Ridge hardware stores. Sometimes they were called clubs and when they were posh a...
This is my personal triumph, that I share with you dear readers. It has been 15 years since I actually finished a story from begining to end from my own heart and mind. As we reach the climactic end, I have to thank my beautiful, if sometimes distracted, editor Teknight, who bravely plowed through this to correct and clarify. On to the next one baby! -SSS...
His name is Henry; that's what I call him now - since I was appointed to redecorate his house. My name is Samantha. Before, when I started working for Henry, it was Mr Bedford but he insisted I call him by his Christian name. I had only recently started my female decorating business which was doing much better than I envisaged. But I could never have envis...
Author's note: this didn't happen. I wish it had. My thanks to my editor. ***** Hmm... that must be them. The younger man was tall and slim, longish brown hair and beard. His comrade looked in his fifties, short, balding, greying, but with an engaging smile, even when dealing with security at Sherematyevo. His look came with the self-confidence of a man...
Lee and I had met online, bumbling through several weeks of awkward IM and text messaging. Even with the awkwardness, I really had fun chatting with him. He was glib, down to earth, funny, and our chats felt like a good chess match. I was not used to the online thing and neither was he... there was no rulebook for how to do this. So we tried getting to know...
*** I enjoy feedback, so please speak up and tell me what you think. I haven't submitted a story in a while and reallywant to know what readers think****** I have learned that sometimes it pays to keep your mouth shut, but sometimes it pays to speak up. I don't usually listen to other people's conversations, but I find it entertaining when women talk candid...
I am kneeling between Ken's thighs. Though he is still clothed, I am naked. It seems appropriate; he has made me feel naked since the day I walked into his Beginning Acting class five years and a lifetime ago. "Allison," he murmurs, his fingers running through my hair. "Yes, Ken," I say, unable to disguise the tremor that his voice, his caress raise in me....
The story I’m about to tell you is a true one and took place not so long ago. Before that time I had never had much luck with men, they all seemed to think they owned me and I never truly felt that they cared for me, they just wanted me in their bed and rarely took the time to talk to me except to tell me what they wanted, never caring or listening to what I...
You may have read about how Ventura and I got together and now I am her regular essential toy boy so to speak. Meeting Ventura was a great and wonderful moment in my life for which I shall forever be grateful to providence. I would never have thought in a month come sundays how wonderful such a strong passionate sexual encounter could be with a person 15 y...