Gillian was a younger woman, around 21, or maybe 22. She had long blond hair; it was straight, and easily reached the middle of her back. Her eyes were a deep dark blue, almost a violet color. Thick dark lashes framed them. Her mouth was full, and pouty. She was looking into her full-length mirror in her bedroom, while studying her body shape. She had a firm...
Chapter 3: Threats and Promises It was mid-morning and I was back in my room. My hair was still a bit damp from a parting frolic in the shower with Nyah and Gabriel, and I was feeling rather languid from all of the attention. I closed the door and secured it, and then just stood there for a moment, reflecting upon everything that had happened these past few...
I am standing at one of the floor-to-ceiling windows in Sara's living room, a cup of strong, sweet Turkish coffee in my hands, my forehead against the pane, watching the stars come out. The western horizon is indigo; the rest of the sky has already deepened to ebony. The reflection of the candlelit living room behind me floats ghostly in the heavens. Toby an...
One of the gorgeous young mothers that worked for me had asked to use a vacation day on Monday which happened to be President's Day. When I realized the local schools would be out that day and that the other mothers in my employ would be working while their children were home from school, I decided to be the nice guy and declare the office closed for Preside...
Dear Shoeblossom: Gillian often awakens me by kissing my inner thighs. Feeling her full lips moistly kissing around my crotch area, sometimes with playful tiny bites, is really a sensual experience. After Gillian has perceived that my eyes are open, she pushes her little body up to my face, her big soft breasts grazing my hard cock until she rests her chin...
"Hello?" I answer the phone in a breathless whisper. Silence... my heart hammers waiting to hear the voice I knows is on the other end. "Come to my house." his husky voice purrs into my ear. I am quiet; my stomach does a nervous flicker. "Now!" he growls in his deep manly voice, silently daring me to tell him no. I know I don't deny him, he knows I don't...
Alice dutifully went about cleaning and preparing the house for Christmas dinner, per her mother's insistence, while dressed for the occasion. Alice timidly obeyed in a blurry haze as she went about her chores just as she had since she was informed, by Nicole, that she would be joining her family for Christmas dinner. Now the charade would fully enter her fa...
Chapter 9 - Every day has its dog One of the many and varied pleasures of living with Emma is making her breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning and settling back into bed with her to enjoy it together and survey the Sunday papers. On one such morning I came across an article on the burgeoning sex slave scene amongst young professionals in London. Having read...
Why do we think in absolutes so often, like good and bad, fire and water? Why, for instance, do we insist that there only should be men and women, and call that the natural order? Isn't that just a lack of imagination? Lucian sat on a bench in the shadow of a big tree with a crown of flaming leaves -- a sycamore, maybe? He loved the word, but he knew not...
I took us a little over an hour to drive from Carmel to Watsonville, the California speed limit of 55 miles per hour was strictly enforced in 1952 and I didn't want get a ticket. We mostly talked about sex and girls and what to expect when we got to our destination. For the most part I listened to my pal Mike— there would be fantastic women there, four or fi...