Author's note: Sean and Sheila finally made it to their island paradise. No one told them to expect perfection, so they were not disappointed. Chicken salad, at $1000 a day, is only part of it. Chapter 5 0400 Rise and dress 0430 Microwave oatmeal, no egg. 0455 Kiss sleeping wife 0500 Meet Don at boat dock 0500-0930 Fish while Don makes morning rounds 0930...
I don't help me with all of her toy, or all of the time. I understand that some of them wouldn't react well to an 18-year-old budding dominatrix. And it's not like she's just going to give me her toys. What she is doing is teaching me the tricks of D/s, letting me play with some of the more open toys to see what excites me and what might not. So far, I haven...
He'd woken up abruptly -- completely aroused, his dick harder than carbon steel. What he'd thought was just an awesome dream was not a dream at all. Looking down, there actually WAS a sweet young thing crouched between his thighs. And the lovely angel was feasting on his manhood like a ravenous whore. He risked a quick look at his wife. She was still sleepi...
Miranda smiled for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. Ever since her graduating class had thrown their caps in the air while cheering, she had been pulled from one end of the school to the other for pictures. Her face was starting to feel numb. She didn't see why her friends were so excited about graduation when, in less than a fortnight, half...
Rain drummed against the window of the store, droplets blurring the closed sign that had been turned off hours before. The lights were turned off throughout the entire store, all except one low light lamp in the very back corner of the bookshop. The soft hum of the electricity feeding into the lightbulb was only met by the sound of soft hitched breathing and...
Who says consent and negotiations aren't sexy? We were "vanilla" daters, not kinksters planning a scene, but we discussed our trysts beforehand nonetheless. His casual openness was disarming and put me at ease in a way I'd never felt with someone new before. Our schedules made it most convenient to meet in the mornings before work. Our first two dates were...
Chapter 3 Michael comes over to the table. "A bud for Jon, Stella for Chloe, and the finest Chardonnay for his punkness." "Did he always give you so much shit?" Chloe asks me. "Ever since the spider incident," I say as Michael puts down the drinks carefully. The table wobbles a bit. "Spider incident?" Michael interjects "Yeah, he told me I had a spider...
Kate and I spent a recent evening listening to old CDs until midnight. Some of the songs reminded me of when I was courting Kate and would make cassette tapes for her to play during her long work commute; the tapes were different genres, but most had a love theme. The (very) short story below is fiction; but grew out of my memories of making the tapes. No...
Neither the weather nor work cooperated the next few days as a cold front brought rain and a moderating temperature. Saturday morning dawned clear and sunny. The weather forecast showed a good weekend to be outdoors. I fixed a pot of coffee and took a cup out to the front porch as I retrieved the paper. As I sat there catching up on the news, I noticed Craig...
It was a crisp autumn afternoon. The leaves falling from the trees planted between blocks of cement had finally fallen, and made a crunching sound beneath the soles of her black shoes. The sky had a darkening tone to it; grey clouds were billowing in the sky, speaking of rain. She had just made it up under the arch of the museum as the droplets began to spla...