I have a confession to make. I sometimes fantasize about dominating a man, sexually. Being in complete control. Making him my sexual slave. Making him do anything I want him to do, solely for my own pleasure. I would do anything you want me to do. Would you really? Would you wear leather pants for me, and a collar around your neck? And let me whip your nak...
Since we met in the summer, it was somehow appropriate, befitting to the season and to the warm temperatures that we should part in the summer. Only, this time, the weather had changed for the worst and there was a significant difference in the climate. Even though the day of our meeting and the day of his departure had similar temperatures approaching 90 de...
This is a repost of a 2005 story. Donna and I have been married for eight years. We graduated from college together and were wed within a year. We both had good jobs and we are putting as much money aside as we could for our first home. There are no children yet. I want them, but Donna just cannot get interested in being a mother in any sense of the word. T...
Part 3- Note to readers: If you have not read the first 2 parts to this story take a moment and do so, this is a direct continuation of the previous parts. Hope you enjoy, Please feel free to send me any feedback. Thanks for reading my stories. Happy reading to you all! I climb off your back and put my outfit back on. I then walk over to you, take the blank...
My wife and I, who collaborate to write these stories, are not Winn and Will. They are not real people. While real headlines and events may be referenced for setting, our stories depict FICTIONAL events and people, and ALL characters involved in sexual situations are consenting adults. -- DRESSED "Tell me something about yourself. Doesn't matter what." W...
To the reader: There isn't any sex in this story so if that's all you want then this isn't going to be for you. But if you enjoy a story about the ending of one life and the beginning of another then read on. Thanks to jo for editing. Any errors are mine and not because of poor editing. © Copyright March 2013, by the author. ******** Fair-weather friend...
I punched her in the stomach, hard. She'd asked me to beat her, "make it hurt" she'd said. "Make it hurt and you can do anything you want to me, just hit me." She was the picture of hotness. And beauty. Brown hair, long athletic legs, trim and firm all over, almost impossibly huge breasts, that actually grew that way and weren't a surgeon's work, and an ass...
Ladies out there, I have no idea if you'll read a guide on the minds of men, but here goes. I've been given the ol' "Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus" book from my girlfriend. (I alone was supposed to read it mind you. The compromises for women were apparently of no use). I've read my fair share of Cosmo articles (again, from the girlfriend as I ge...
"Dear God Helen is such a goddamn bitch!" Kate shouted at nobody in particular. She certainly wasn't yelling at me, at least I hoped she wasn't because I'd been doing my best to combine in equal parts those two oldest traditions of not sleeping on the couch. Agree with anything your significant other says when she's in a mood, common sense and rationality ca...
It's cold. Brisk, as my mom put it this morning. Fall is in the air and just like that, New York put on their coats. At least, it's cold to me. I never know how to dress anymore. I don't have an extra layer of fat like I did when I was Ben, so I've noticed I get colder much quicker now. The last couple of days have been all sweaters and jackets. Central Park...