Having been married for quite a few years and with adult children around the house it's fair to say that our sex life had got a little monotonous. It should be said though that it was now a case of quality rather than quantity nevertheless a little more, a little more often would not go amiss! In adding a little spice around the bedroom one of the things I...
So here is chapter 3, please lemme know how I am doing, guys. Ratings? Yes, please. Comments, absolutely. Also, if you're gonna be rude about my story then you need not read it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. Rudeness is not. * If all the adrenaline in Sage's body hadn't been circulating as fast as a gazelle ran from a lion, she would have f...
I've loved my wife from the first time I looked into her beautiful emerald green eyes fifteen years ago. But, it doesn't stop me from looking at a good-looking girl that happens to walk by while we're in the mall. In reality, every guy does no matter what he tells his wife. However, it's what a guy does after that, is what makes him a loving husband or a che...
As Mistress Sharon has requested, a written story... THE FIRST MEETING MISTRESS SHARON sends out a late night text that her new submissive has been waiting for anxiously all week long as he sought to prove his obedience and worthiness. "Congratulations, sub! You have successfully completed your probationary period...official training begins in the morning...
Sarah and Maggie entered the firm of solicitors at dead on ten o'clock, and Maggie marched over to the receptionist's desk and handed over a business card. "Hi there..." She smiled at the young woman behind the desk in a friendly fashion. "'SCraMBle Computers' - Sarah Chester, and Margaret Belling... we're here to see Mr Conrad; we've a meeting booked for t...
I slipped the business cards of the day out of my pocket and fingered through them searching for the first point of contact I was to meet that day. He was the Owner/Operator of the moving company I'd called for an estimate. I had just moved into a foreclosure just outside of Savannah and needed to get a significant amount of work done, and today was the day...
The first thing I have to point out about this story is that it is complete fiction. The mechanism, the massage shop and the massage ladies described in this story are entirely figments of my imagination, so please don't ask me where you can get this experience. I don't think it exists in the 'real world'. As usual this is my original work and I reserve all...
We are allowed to dress in the clothes we arrived in, this time Tim giving both of us matching black lace panties in place of what we had left home with. Another trip down the elevator, into the parking garage and into his truck. Tim, ever his usual mysterious self, doesn't seem anxious to tell us where we're going. We drive in silence for several moments, g...
Chapter Four Where the Lady Chelsea discovers that perhaps she wasn't quite so lady like after all. Chelsea awoke with a start. She was in a small room with bare walls which she did not recognise and for a moment, was completely startled at waking somewhere other than her usual bedroom. She was used to being woken by her maid very late in the morning, but...
Katrina opened her eyes, ready to greet the world again. For a moment she relished the cold and dank of the coffin in which she slept. She climbed out, her hair a tangled mess and her satin nightgown crumpled, yet still lovely. Katrina was not surprised to find Edmund waiting for her in the cellar. He was sitting on a simple wooden chair, charcoal and sketch...