You can tell. From the first glance. The first eye contact. It's there or it's not. If it is, that glance is all you need. On both sides. Decided already -- you're going to fuck. Just a matter of time, just a matter of letting the right place and the right time appear. She was there. Our eyes locked. There was no doubt from that point forward. Just a matter...
"Apple" It was early morning when I rose from my bed. I felt sore around my thighs. Why is that you ask? Well, John and I had a bit of texting a lot. And they were very sexy. His words got me all worked up. Ended up changing my bed sheets in the middle of the night. There was one thing we discussed about before heading for bed. He told me he had to stay in...
Introduction This chapter is another tale of lesbian seduction and domination starring 18-year-old Chloe Sharpe, the top domme at Woodglen High School. She has a special assignment for one of her submissives, school principal Susannah Rush. Notes: Preferably start this series at Chapter 1 or Chapter 2, or at least Chapter 3, but it's not required. This cha...
Friday's child is loving and giving ... The scent of apples and cinnamon wafted through the narrow space that was allegedly a state-of-the-art kitchen. Diane Astor made do with it, though. It really did have all the modern conveniences one expected; even if they were, perhaps, a tad smaller than you might normally find elsewhere. While the first couple of b...
"Witnessed" I hear said behind me. So simple a word. So very simple a word to end a man's life with. Swallowing I feel the tight cord biting at my Adam's apple. Looking out over the crowd I wish they would hurry with the hood. I don't want to see these faces looking at me anymore. I'll still have to hear the voices. "Ya going to dance for us?" one calls o...
This flashback is part of a larger story, and tells of an incident which shaped Becky, a character in "The Chess Bet." I would love any feedback, and am always open to suggestions. More flashbacks can be found on my profile. ***** In her first year of freedom from the confines of convent school, 18-year-old Becky was initially sure she would flounder witho...
The smell of a dead mouse and a dead rat is the same. The rat is bigger so the smell lingers longer as the body mortifies. The smell of dead critter was in the boat shop. Most people when entering the shop would comment on the woody smell. The reason is we heat with wood, plus the added attraction we have wood products everywhere. An industrial orange Woodmi...
'What are you doing?' snapped the exalted voice of one of The Gods' representatives on earth, the noise, sounding like a whip-crack through the warm air of the modest tavern room, made Naamah leap to attention, slamming the lid down on the small, ornate box in front of her. She turned, smiling, her face the very picture of innocence, if you ignored the fan...
This all started with Margie. She was so embarrassed about accepting a date with me, she invented a background story for her friends. She told them all that I was a descendant of Charles IV of Luxembourg, the Holy Roman Emperor and King of Bohemia. Totally unprovable and utterly false, yet it enthralled her circle of friends and suddenly I was the hottest ma...
Sunlight winked through the lace of leaves fanning from the apple tree overhead. It slid, viscous, over the round, ripe fruits, and dripped into the earth, saturating and sweet. The heat of the afternoon sizzled in the soil, crumbling it so it was shovelled easily by swelling roots and released rich, heady fragrances into the air - thyme, lavender, honey. Ro...