Caution: wife sharing story ahead! If this subject is not your thing, please do not read any further and please demonstrate enough maturity not to comment. I'm most interested in feedback from fans of this genre. I met Janine back in nineteen-ninety-nine, she was twenty-one, I was a crazy twenty-six, and we both happened to be at a weekend river bash on Lak...
The colours astound my eyes as I rest with my head on your chest, eyes blinking lazily, satiated, happy, content, and in beautiful surroundings. I smile as we watch the sunset. As Master and submissive, as lovers, as friends. All rolled into one. I tip my head up, and kiss you gently. I smile and slide up to your ear, whisper gently in it, "I love you, Mast...
Content warning: Primal scene that includes (consensual) choking and humiliating language. ***** I ring your bell, and you open the door. You're a striking sight, all dressed up: red box-pleated skirt, black hold-up stockings that end (teasingly) just under your skirt-line, and a white top — a short-sleeved bodysuit that's stretched so tightly I could acc...
Intro I will commit to you through my words and I want you to travel with me so we may journey through sexual desire, power, passion, pain, lust, and all the other wondrous things our imaginations can explore. No One will know, no One will see--a Master--his Angel, Our Forbidden Fantasy... As I Brush your beautiful hair back away from your neck, Your swe...
It had been almost a week since we had seen Steve. Val had let me fuck her a couple of times. She drove me crazy teasing me about how big Steve's cock is, how surprised she was when he put it in her ass, but how good it had felt. She got wetter just talking about him, but as the days went on I knew she wanted the real thing. We had plans to see Steve on Mo...
She couldn't help herself, as she held her body under the pulsing steam of the shower; she couldn't help but get turned on by the sensations reaching her skin through her bathing suit. She wasn't sure what had come over her today but even the janitor's stoic smile melted her to the point of dampness. It was late night opening at the leisure centre, and Loui...
DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would lik...
A violinist remembers events from her past during a performance. Note: I was inspired to write this little diversion during a live performance by a mature female violinist. She was playing a beautiful piece of music, and it occurred to me to wonder what she thinks about as she plays. For instance, does she ever think of herself as a ten-year old girl learn...
"You are SO dead!" your throaty laughter rings in my ears as that conversation plays over and over in my mind. That was your first response when I had given in to the temptation of being your Brat -- of playing with you. It was a first for me. Me -- the control freak at work, the person who takes pride in self-control and not acting on impulse, had given in...
It was a beautiful day in Hawaii. Randy and Julie were sitting on plush lawn chairs on a beach outside of Maui. It was their second day in Hawaii. The early afternoon sun was warm and pleasant. In between the chairs was an umbrella for shade, and a small table. The small hotel had a reputation for great service, and Randy and Julie were happy with their ch...