This is a story I've been writing for my wife, thus the first and second person style. I could have taken it and changed it to fit more of a first and third but felt it took away from how I originally wrote it. Keep in mind as you're reading it is intentionally written from the perspective of submissive husband TO a dominant wife. There are elements of S&M,...
Tonight I am going to the theatre with my boss and lover Mr Paul Purrfect, it's an evening that's been arranged by his company and we have our own private balcony box. I am running late and have text him to say I will meet him at the theatre which I know he will hate and I will inevitably be punished for at some point but it can't be helped as my flight was...
Everyone in this story is 18. *** It was a hot day and her caramel skin was glistening from the water she just emerged from like a goddess. No tv model could appear like her and here I am pale like a ghost in a snowstorm. We had decided to go swimming in my favorite place. We had a bit of a wait so went spent the time cuddling on a small island in the midd...
"You did that to him, Chance? You evil minx." Her voice trills like a delicate bird. I twist the phone cord around a finger and pipe in, glumly, "What's worse, when I got out of the tub he was sound asleep. And to top that, it looked like he'd jacked himself off." I work my thumb over my lips, listening to her breath for a while before speaking again. "I d...
I pick you up from your house, you open the door looking absolutely stunning in the sexiest dress I've ever seen, it's hugging your body so tightly and in all the right places, if that wasn't enough your face is slowly stopping my heart with your beautiful eyes looking into mine accompanied by a smile that makes the nighttime seem like day. You ask me where...
It had been a very long and frustrating day; the heat of the night had an uncontrollable strength over Olivia as she longingly walked home with her stilettos firmly grasped in her hand. Work had been extremely tedious that day and there was no more that she wanted; except, maybe a long hot bubble bath and a small slab of chocolate. On the way home she looked...
He had taken her on her desk. The staff was gone and the doors were locked and the lights were out. No one would have know that anyone was there. He had slipped in and surprised her. His fire was contagious and before either of them realized the passion of their lips and spread through them both. There were other options, but it seemed that the desk was the...
I want to walk into a room, softly lit with candles, some romantic music playing in the background. I am wearing a short little black dress, sleeveless, of course. Strappy black heels adorn my legs with the flesh colored thigh-highs held up by a black garter belt. I saunter through the doorway, tilt my head and coyly look up and across the room to the bed, t...
Like all young women when growing up I had to confront the issue of pubic hair. Although very much English, there is some Spanish blood somewhere in the family and I am quite dark and hairier than average. The fashion was (and is) for bald pussy and I followed suit. I started shaving down there and continued to do so through my student days, as this is the c...
I wrestled with my emotions for the rest of the afternoon, sitting on the sofa trying to distract myself from the mysterious web chat. I'd been at this a long time now and I was used to conversations that went nowhere. Most of the guys that contacted me followed up with a dick pic and were not really capable of continuing the fantasy beyond the scant descrip...