THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION. ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ ********************** "I can't do this anymore," I said in a cold tone. Trevor looked at me like I had just lost my mind. "You can't do what?" he asked. "This," I said signaling between us. "I can't do this anymore. I don't know what this is between us. I just know that this i...
I am sitting in our front room when you arrive. You are over an hour later than we agreed we would meet to leave for our weekend away. You had called to say you were meeting a few girl friends after work for a beer. We agreed that we would meet at 5pm and as per our agreement that is when I arrived. It is now, however, well after 6pm. You enter the room an...
It's lunchtime and I am hungry. A knowing grin forms on my face. Undressing completely, I pull my pink vibrator from the dresser drawer and replace the battery. Turning it on, I run it across my nipples, they perk to attention. Turning it off, I smile to myself in anticipation. Time for lunch. Walking down the hall to your office, my body blushes with ant...
I buried my face into my pillow and groaned. I was awake for the hundredth time tonight. This time it had been my 'therapeutic' candles that had woken me up. It was my fault I suppose. I should have known better than to have bought smells made of chemicals. The scent that was supposed to be jasmine and baby's breath smelled like field grass and musk. Not t...
The office door had opened again and Alice had hurried, out giving quill a chance to have a quick glimpse inside. He'd been watching the comings and goings all afternoon. Erica had looked more and more agitated culminating with Maurice from accounts going into her room for a meeting. He had been sat opposite Erica, whose face was like thunder. He had been ta...
It's mid afternoon and I stand at my kitchen window watching the young man work in my garden. There are certain advantages to having a great deal of money. Indulging my hobbies is one of them. My husband is rarely home. Wife seems to be my job description. Viewed that way as much by me as my husband. Somewhere around year two, when I complained of missing hi...
“I’m not going to ask you one more time, Cindy!” You said in exasperation I glared at you stubbornly. “Do you think its easy for me?” you asked, “Do you think its easy to be the one that always has to maintain control. Do you really think it’s always so easy?” You looked at me questioningly and then when I didn’t answer, you turned and removed your watch...
We're in the back seat of my car — a '66 Chrysler — a car with a broad, soft and very wide seats. We're outside the city limits, on a turn-off road in total isolation, with the moon and stars overhead, and the sounds of a brook and nearby crickets are louder than the far-off highway. We came here on our date, to talk, to kiss, to romance and listen to music...
Author's Note: Hi! This is chapter 3, so I encourage you to read the first couple chapters to get a background on the story. This story is heavily in BDSM, so if that isn't your cup of tea, you probably won't enjoy it. As always I love comments, so feel free to leave them if you feel inclined! Thanks again to ftw752 for editing help! * I woke up on my st...
It all started normal and innocent. We had attended their normal weekly munch-eating, conversing, and drinking. The men had begun getting competitive about the third round-betting on dart games and pool, even arm wrestling-but Sir had stayed out of it. He was never one to show off in such situations. It wasn't until the men started bragging about how well tr...