January 2 ~4:17 AM~ Blue didn't know what to say. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She knew what she wanted to say, but leaping into John's arms and yelling out a heartfelt 'YES PLEASE!' would probably put her on John's Borderline Crazy, Run From This Woman As Fast As You Can list- (every man had a list like that, didn't they?)- and she really, really want...
For those who came in late: Blue Gill a computer programmer from Wisconsin, is looking after a castle in Ireland for her former lover Brendan McPherson. She is fascinated by a painting she sees of ancient Irish King and warrior Cuchulainen. She is feeling rather lonely all by herself in the castle when suddenly there is a knock at the door. It is a rather d...
January 1 ~~~~~~~~~ ~5:23 AM~ John rolled over in his bed, onto his stomach. The moment his erection was sandwiched between his belly and the sheeted mattress, he woke. Groaning face first into his pillow, he shifted his hips back and forth just enough to raise his frustration another notch- because that's the kind of masochistic bastard he was, he though...
Click. Click. Click. Coach Blue opened his eyes and immediately found that he was salivating. He reached to his mouth with the back of his hand and realized that the clicking sound was coming from his watch; he had had his hand right in front of his face and was lying down face-first on the couch in his office. As he sat up and wiped the excess drool from...
After our wet-and-messy foodplay in the back yard, Blue and I rinsed off with the garden hose. Yes, we have a garden hose, but we live in the desert. No garden. No grass...but if any shows up, I'm ready to water it! Sure, like that will happen. Oh well, somehow, it just made sense to have a garden hose. Blue's body looked incredible with all the water str...
So that was Ballyshanasy Castle. To “Blue” it looked like it was growing out of the craggy cliffs that overlooked the sea on the Dingle Peninsular, grey-brown in the mist. It was what the Irish called a “soft” day. The incessant light and shade play of the showers coming in from across the vast Atlantic, had given way to a pearlescent mist that made the sce...
Hi, Madam Lisa here. This is part 7 of my real-life ongoing relationship with my subs. The only thing I have changed are the names. I also do not mention the names of the locations. I sure some of you will be able to figure them out. All I ask is you don't tell. Thank you for reading my story. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have. All participants are...
The sweet odor of pipe tobacco encased the room. Mandy stared at the ceiling as she lay on the couch, her legs slightly spread. "You have to assert yourself," he told her. Mandy sighed for the umpteenth time. "I know. I know." "How can you expect to be taken seriously in a man's world if you act like a chicken shit." Mandy took the insult like she always...
A little about Bluedenim first. That isn't her real name but it is the one she uses when she plays on the fantasy site where she first discovered just how much of a sub she was. She is a redhead, athletic build from the waist downwards, skinny arms and a 36" chest. Did I mention her hair? It's copper-colored and hangs about half-way down her back in long rin...
Author's Note: This story contains an attempt at some primal play between three very horny individuals (MMF). All characters are well beyond the age of 18, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. The title is admittedly dumb, yes. While this takes place in the same set up as "The First Purge," it is a stand-alone and you need not read the other st...