Sorry it has taken me so long on the rewrite of this chapter... time is no longer my friend! This is much more what I had intended for this chapter to be like.... I did intend for there to be an interaction between Gypsy and Lucien even though some might not understand why.... it is foreshadowing to their relationship. I hope you enjoy. ~Shadow~ * "Why...
***My First Attempt at Writing*** It was simple really, they both painfully longed for each other. Distance and time, two forces sure to pressure anyone's appetite to the brink, yet, when confronted with each other once again, they only sought warm embrace, moments of peace and a shared touch. Of course, those moments often tend to produce the most passiona...
I stood in front of him slightly afraid to look him in the eyes but wanting to so badly. I kept my head down. "You don't take your eyes off the floor unless instructed to" I heard Christine's ever teaching voice in my mind and I always obeyed Christine. He walked around me and I could feel his eyes scanning every inch of my skin. Was he trying to find a fl...
You're kneeling on the bed, waiting for me, when I enter the room. I'm barefoot, of course, and moving quietly, so with the blindfold on you don't know that I'm here yet, and I can take my time to examine you. I think I've seen you before. We haven't met, but you look familiar. Someone I've seen at parties, I think, maybe a friend of a friend. You of cours...
Story note: The premise of this story is that I go to a BDSM munch, ostensibly to have fun with people who share an interest with me, and perhaps also to pick up some new ideas, new contacts, etc. And while I can take either role, as the situation requires, I go to the munch as a Domme. This simply makes sharing relevant information much easier. Then, I hav...
I walk slowly down the corridor, my hands trembling as I straighten my skirt and check my hair one last time. I want everything to be perfect. I need to please him. I check the room numbers, my pulse increasing in sync with the numbers. When I finally reach his room, I can barely breathe. My excitement is palpable. My need is visceral. My hunger takes over a...
Chapter 1 As she stepped into the room, darkness engulfed her, black velvet darkness without a hint of light. She move into the shadows, carefully making her way across the room, laying her coat on the chair as she reached for the lamp, needing the light to chase away the shadows. "Where is that switch?" She wondered aloud, running her hand over the nightst...
The night was crisp and clear, common for an October. Marcus peered into the still water of the Potomac, a thousand thoughts dancing through his head. He was, at first glance, an average man, 5'7", 170 lbs, brown hair and eyes, a standard profile of 80 percent of American men. At 35 he was looking to experience life, not just take it as it comes. A slight...
I want to thank all those who sent private and public comments about chapter 1. This was going to be a fairly straight forward story, but I loved some of the suggested directions for the story and changed course. This and the next chapters will be the culmination of your ideas and I hope you enjoy the results. As always, the characters in this story are pur...
He flashed a smile as he sailed past another cyclist going the opposite direction. It was difficult not to smile on an evening like this, it felt special. The route, a riverside promenade, usually thronged with dog-walkers, ramblers and other cyclists, was practically empty. He could count on one hand the number of people he'd seen so far, including the Lycr...