Ch. 3 Nasty Nigella The first two chapters on Nigella Lawson were published earlier. The morning after that unforgettable first night, Nigella had to do a couple of TV talk shows. While she did the shows I had ample time to think how to proceed further. I would love to spend the following evenings together to update her practical knowledge of intense, dir...
"You know what I want?" It was a question, not a statement. She was silent. She'd been quiet ever since he got her into position. As if speaking would cause something to happen that she didn't want. He spoke again, softly into her ear, "You know what I want?" She was silent still. She lay on him facing the ceiling, with her legs outside his and her hand...
By Likegoodwinecopyrighted November 2012 Here's another short story for you. Enjoy! This story is a parody of many cheating wives stories of revenge posted on this site (including some of mine). This story caters to the 'Burn the bitch' fans. Beware! Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow. * Sometimes, just when...
Emma sighed almost pornographically as the key slid into the lock, twisting to undo it, releasing one of her cuffed hands, then the other. She moved to rub her sore wrists, but Scott stopped her. His hands coiled on her wrists, moving them to the headboard and forcing them to take, to wrap around the iron bars that had so recently imprisoned her. Emma under...
"You seriously want to hear about my 'darkest, most secret' fantasy on our second date?" I ask incredulously, indicating the quotation marks with my fingers. From across the table, Sam's mischievous brown eyes hold my gaze and a distracting smile breaks through a dark beard a few days old. His slender hands are lightly folded in front of him on the table bet...
Her note said to meet her in room 610. I glanced at the door, making sure I had the right suite, before knocking. Within a few moments, Madelyn opened the door. She was wearing a white silk hotel robe; her dark hair pooled about her shoulders in contrast to the pale robe draped over her curvy body, which covered all but a pair of strappy, three-inch heels an...
The story that follows is a fantasy, containing elements recalling my past. Nobody is under eighteen, and you shouldn't be either, if you're about to read on. * My story began soon after leaving sixth form college, when I had just turned eighteen. Well before that, I had offers, but resisted them until I had at least an academic grounding. The offers had b...
It was late on a Tuesday night, one of those too hot to do anything but watch TV nights. I had been up studying late for a chemistry final but could not concentrate, so I turned on an old "Friends" episode and apparently fell asleep in the bed, next to my husband. I am sitting at Monica's table and surrounded by all three female characters, Monica, Phoebe,...
After Amber left us Renee and I got out of bed to shower and dress. When we were decent, we went looking for Amber. We found her in one of the spare bedrooms writing in a small binder. I apologized for abandoning her then asked what she'd come up with. She shrugged it off as no big deal and then we started talking about her ideas for the makeover. Renee ho...
As I knelt by the side of the bed, holding Mistress Arianna’s ashtray, watching her body pulsate in waves of ecstasy as she pressed a vibrator against her clit, I thought about how much my life had changed since Erin moved in with us. The first time I heard Erin’s name is when my son Matthew surprised me one night at dinner. “Dad, could Erin move in with u...