Lethem 6/90 *** Everything in this story is actually happened. Maybe not all at the same time or in the same exact sequence, and some stuff that happened on different trips gets conflated in my mind, but that's a consequence of time going by. It just keeps on doing that ya know. *** All of the inadequately described and yet quite enjoyable sexual activi...
"Man, I wish I had your troubles," Victor told Jack as they sat over lunch, out of the office, in a quiet little down town bistro. Their boss was out of town with some local big wig and the whole office had been given an hour lunch in his absence. Well, at least, that was the unofficial story. Jack stared into his salad, his brown eyes downcast, not even smi...
She had red hair, cropped slightly less than shoulder length, a round face and full cheeks with full red lips. Her green eyes sparkled when she smiled. I had not had her as an undergrad, and was fairly new as a graduate student. Fellow graduate students said that she was strict. Legend had it that if you succeeded under her tutelage, you were assured a suc...
The second that Kate landed at JFK, she checked her phone to let Michael know she'd arrived. She was hoping that he'd quickly start planning their next night together. And he delivered, as he always did, on queue. "Thursday night of this week is looking promising. Are you staying in the city for work that evening, Kate?" Michael texted. She knew that this...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Punishment Felicity does as she's told, no matter what. This story I wrote just for me, to get myself off. Maybe it will work for you too, or maybe not. Our heroine is a submissive in case that matters to you, and as it turns out, quite the slut! I hope you like it, and...
She sits on the bed cross-legged, waiting my move. She is dressed as instructed, wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants, as well as a pair of pink ankle socks. Her long black hair is tied in a ponytail behind her. The only piece of bondage she wears right now is a cloth blindfold, forcing her to wait in anticipation, unable to see what I have laid out on the t...
Lust flows through his veins like blood through yours. Svjorn's whole adult life consisted of battle, bloodshed, and plundering... material loot and Saxon women. When between raids, he is thinking about it, when he sleeps he is thinking about it... Living on a non-stop adrenaline rush. Thirsting for carnage, the old gods, all that kept him from going totally...
This story was an assignment from my Master, my love, my Merlin. You enter the room to find me kneeling naked, thighs spread, hands resting upturned on them, by Your favorite chair. On the side table, there is a cigar resting in the sparkling clean ashtray, Your drink is waiting there for You too, just starting to condensate. You smile, You had instructed...
Authors Note: I have had a deep obsession with The Phantom of the Opera ever since my early teenage years. To experience a seductive masquerade ball such as portrayed in the novel, musical and movies, what an arousing story to capture. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I pleasured in writing it. - Ice ~ 'L' Académie nationale de Musique a le plaisi...
"Please come in and take a seat, Miss. Rose" he said without looking up from his computer screen. "Call me..." she began before deciding to save her breath as he clearly wasn't listening. This was not how she wanted to start her new job. Waiting for her employer to acknowledge her presence, let alone deign to look in her direction. To fill the time she lo...