Sitting at my vanity table, I stare hypnotised at the multiple reflections of my almost finished face. Frozen, with one eye completely blended in and the other still noticeably garish with distinct patches of copper and gold powder Cheenagurl, my Saturday night alter-ego is just so sensual and coyly available, I want her more than he does. I notice the glow...
After two hours of nonstop conversation during the drive up the mountainside, we finally pull up to the cabin. Elated, I jump out of the car, the rock driveway crunching beneath my flip-flops as I take a few steps away from the car. Breathing in the clean mountain air, my head spins delightfully from the intoxication of the pine mingled with my own excitemen...
She heard the door creak open as she sat there in her living room book in hand, hair messy and up. A silhouette shown at the entrance, she knew it was him but the mysterious allure compelled her nonetheless. His shadowy figure leaned up against the doorframe his biceps plump and round as he rested his elbow and hand on the ridged frame. She always protested...
For you, my Tamer, for what is yet to be. You walk in my door, right on time, just as we had discussed. I am ready for you, dressed only in beige colored man’s dress shirt. Bare underneath, but you don’t know that for sure. I am conservative in my greeting of you, giving you time to take in your new surroundings. I know that you will need a little adjustmen...
For as long as I can remember, loud noises have terrified me. So why I was speeding along in the middle of the night toward the loudest place in town, I didn't quite know. The excitement built as the flashing red lights came into view. This seems to be the season for facing fears, letting loose. Plus, life has been a little dull lately. I get up at the same...
I knew we would end up here. From the moment we laid eyes on each other at the bar. I once read that you can tell in the first 5 minutes of meeting someone whether or not you want to sleep with them. I never gave it much thought but with him I knew it in the first 5 seconds. We sat in silence in the cab. We did not touch, nor look at each other, and now as...
Disclaimer: JAG and its characters are the property of Donald Bellisario, Paramount and CBS. All other characters are mine and fictional. Sarah MacKenzie Central Campus Apts. Duke University September 30, 1992 Dearest John, This has to have been the longest month of my life. I thought that if I waited to write to you, the pain of our separation would hav...
Please be aware that this set of written fragments will have very limited appeal. Many of my stories are in fact like that. These stories are written for those few who might appreciate them. Just for the sake of clarity, the stories below feature: Very cruel, very attractive, and very sexually aggressive wivesEmasculated and humiliated beta-male husbands,...
I join you in the livingroom for a relaxing evening. I see you are reading a novel that you've been looking forward to and decide not to interrupt, lying on the couch with my head on your lap. I pick up the remote and look through the channels for a movie that might catch my interest, or maybe a documentary... finally deciding that a book sounds good and tur...
Smack! Smack! Smack! Sigh. She was daydreaming again. The same daydream too. The one where Neil gloriously colored her backside a dark shade of pink with his hand while she moaned and writhed in orgasmic bliss, lying face down across his sturdy oak desk. Alicia rubbed her thighs together and squirmed in her seat, trying to soothe the aching need between...