"Samuel...Samuel...I see you Samuel." The taunting continued on this way; followed by bouts of alluring yet insidious giggling. Samuel hid behind a tree, his curiosity increasing with every moment that passed. He had been aroused from a rather sound slumber by the tiny footfalls of his two younger sisters as they raced down the corridor, past his room, and t...
We met on the Internet about six months ago, and we have continued talking every day since then. We talk on the computer and the phone. I am ecstatic to meet you in person. Your voice fills me with longing. You have become very important to me since we began our online romance. I have presented myself to you. This weekend, you will officially make me your sl...
Author's note: This is not autobiographical and is not based on any real events, but you could say it is aspirational. Sally is based partly on a woman I once loved dearly, and partly on an eminent woman in British broadcasting whom I have never met. * We were presenting in the same session of a business conference. Not a large audience, a few hundred mayb...
I fucked up. I completely and utterly screwed up. I didn't have to see his face to know how angry he was at me. So now I must wait. I am sitting in my car outside of his house, constantly looking left and right, awaiting his return anxiously. It could go one of two ways. He could come home and completely flip out and our engagement will be over. Or he will...
I wake up in a cloudy haze after I have been knocked out for God knows how long. The room I am in is very small with a bed, table, chair, and a toilet. The motif of this prison is just like everywhere else at Femco: black and pink. I start to get up and after I pull the latex sheets off of me I realize a horrible discovery. All of my clothes have been remove...
Chapter 8: Post-match analysis Author's note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. The story will make more sense if chapters 1 to 7 are read first. ********** At five minutes past five on Sunday, Peter and Jenny were sitting comfortably in the living room of David and S...
Moonlight sifted through the trees, entered through the closed window and settled on her pillow and hair. Her Auburn locks glistened and reflected the moonbeams like a thousand strands of burgundy ribbon. Her complexion shimmered as her olive skin picked up the highlights. She squirmed in her bed as she dreamed of the events of the evening and a subtle Mona...
I am not a normal girl. Well, not normal by what anyone else's standards of normal would be. I have trouble defining myself and finding where I fit because I'm wildly kinky by some people's standards and a very tame vanilla to others. I straddle the line between submissive and dominant, between sexually adventurous and staying within limits. I don't think so...
She was sitting down having her coffee. It was warm and she felt relaxed, breathing in the first air of spring. She could see him a few tables further. He wasn't particularly handsome but he seemed quite tall and he had a certain playfulness in his smile. She smiled back and went back in her thoughts. He dropped his newspaper. As he bend down to pick it up,...
M/f, consensual, light bondage She first saw him at the gate in Denver. Absentmindedly, her gaze had settled upon him as she tried to pass the time before boarding by perusing her fellow travelers. She didn't mean to stare, but surely must have, for he felt her gaze. Folding his paper, he looked around as if seeking the source of a curious sound. His eyes...