We are in the hidden grove of the park. Your favorite park with the wooden benches with bits of moss attached. Friday you were a bad boy so your punishment was no contact over the weekend. You didn't suffer that bad since you have a woman at home. She is your partner but I am your keeper. I own you. Dominate you. Mistress M. Tonight after work you met me...
I was studying Law at Queens University, and like all students I miss a few lectures from time to time, usually because I had one too many drinks the night before, but there was always one lecture I never missed:- Classics. It wasn't the subject matter, but rather the lecturer himself. He was called Dr. Donovan, and boy was he sexy. He was in his late 20's,...
The two blondes got out of the rental car at San Francisco Memorial Children’s Hospital about an hour after landing. Buffy thought to herself that it was sure lucky that they didn’t have any trouble with security. “Where do you think we should start?” The vampire asked breaking into her thoughts. “I think we should start by talking to the doctors who head...
Note: Thank you for all the feedback on Loving Sam's start. I welcome any and all comments that you readers have--both positive and negative! If you catch something out of place or have any questions, please send me a message! I'm more than happy to address any concerns, etc. Thanks, LitLovers! ;) * * * A look of panic swept across my face. "Fuck!" I whi...
Note: This was originally written for the Valentine's Day story contest but it didn't win, so it was revised and submitted for the Earth day, Arbor day, and Xmas contests. The DurtGurl Group thinks it tells a universal story suitable to any holiday or contest for that matter. P.S. It's a true story. The names and what really happened and some facts are chan...
She can’t move. Not in any appreciable way; twitch, strain, tug, yes, but the restraints hold well and she is spread-eagled on the bed, unable to free herself. He is in the other room, watching TV. Knowing that making her wait heightens the experience. For her, not knowing when he will return, what he will do when he does, keeps her alive, keeps her sens...
Continued from Exploring Dee parts 1 and 2 Walking with our toes kicking up the sand on the beach, I held his hand tightly and kept glancing around to see if anyone was watching us. It wasn’t as if I had never swam naked before but I always kept covered up until right before I went in the water. Although I had to admit, even as nervous as I was about being...
I'd dozed off. It was dark when I awoke; the clock read just before nine, so I'd only slept about an hour. Jess was still curled up next to me, herself asleep. I covered her up and slipped away to the kitchen. We'd never gotten to dinner. I didn't feel like cooking right now, so I started putting together a plate of fruit and cheese. I thought I might bring...
The office has been abnormally quiet; neither of us willing to talk about what has happened. You go about your business and I go about mine. Each of us seem to be afraid to mention what happened the other day. Afraid of breaking the spell? Unsure that it had really happened? Embarrassed? Or delighting in the possibility of it happening again? And it doesn't...
Back in college, my girlfriend, Kathy, and I were able to arrange our schedules so that we had no classes Wednesday mornings. So what do two horny 20-year-olds with an empty apartment do to kill three hours one morning each week? Well, any number of things, actually. One of them was to invent a game of sexual chicken. How do you play? You take off all your...