Author’s note: This story is about a middle-aged, married Lady. One fateful morning her husband arouses her in a manner she would never have suspected she would like, let alone love. This story is about the consequences of that fateful morning. As always, comments are welcome. A positive response will prompt further chapters. ENJOY! * * * * * They sit,...
Part I Melody watched the fields of Black-eyed Susans, Indian paintbrush and prairie broomweed flash by. Behind them the live oaks provided a somber green backdrop to the vibrancy of July in central Texas. She glanced down for the nth time at the dinner gown she'd bought for the occasion. Its deep red sequins set off the dark honey of her skin and the color...
CHAPTER ONE: Lukas sat on the edge of the apartment building, one leg thrown carelessly over the edge and an arm wrapped around his other knee. His dark skin gleamed in the light from the full moon and the neon lights of the stores on the street below. He loved this time of night…the hum of the city seemed less menacing and the world was asleep. He...
The subway was particularly crowded, and I pushed deeper into the crowd in order to give some room to an older fellow with a seeing-eye dog. The twenty minute ride from Porter Square, where I live, to Park Street in downtown Boston where I work was easier than the long commutes my friends at work suffered through. Still, on days like this the tight quarters...
In a rare moment of clarity, Becka lay on the bed and thought back over all that had happened since she had met Pete. She was such a different person now, she had become embroiled in her lover's fetish fantasies, and they now seemed to have an inexorable hold on her, an intoxication or perhaps it was an addiction. The word suddenly seemed to have a resonance...
I met a couple several months ago who invited me to an S&M play party at their house. Tina was a hot blond dominatrix standing 5ft. 8in. tall with a curvaceous body anyone would take a whipping for. Her slave Darren was a gentle 6ft. tall and slender man with long brown hair tied in a ponytail. I was jealous of his huge 9in. erection which made my 7in. cock...
Chapter Thirty "That's' disgusting!" The revulsion in my daughter Isobel's phone-crackled voice would have been comical if my news hadn't been so serious. Having made the decision to come clean and let the world know about my pregnancy, I had steeled myself to make the first confessional call to the person I believed was most likely to react badly. I had...
Author note: Here is the fourth part of this series. Just a word of warning: it can get a little bleak at times and the first part of this chapter does have more than a hint of Non-Con/Reluctance to it which is why I tried to make the second half more light-hearted. I hope it doesn't put too many people off but every story needs a villain or two and things c...
"This is truly one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen!" Tel'estar exclaimed. My Master was lying on his side on the huge fur-covered bed in his quarters, sipping champagne from a crystal goblet. Felis and I were all fours on the bed in front of him, my slippery crimson bottom pressed against her sexy ass, her tail wrapped around my upper thighs, hel...
Homage homage (noun) — a expression of honor, respect or reverence for a person; an artistic or literary work imitating or in tribute to another "She felt the way you do at night, deep in a dream you have dreamt before and is beginning again; certain that the dream exists, and certain that it will end; wanting it to end because you're afraid you will not b...