This story is a gift, a blend of truth and fantasy, by request, based on specific fetishes, from the muse of my dreams, my sexy, hot, red-headed friend; my Pandora. Love you always my dear. ***** You know you want it. You know you need it. Now, more than ever. Don't hold back any longer. Let yourself go. Let me fulfill your fantasies. It will always be our...
A little note to readers. All of my stories have been based on either my favorite fantasies ("In the rain," and "Watching" or actual events in my life (In the Ladies Room," and "My secret confession." I struggle big time with just making something up. :) This story is a loose play on both, hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to leave me feedback as I really l...
**If this is your first brush with this series, please go back and read the first 4 chapters. Enjoy, and don't forget to vote!** Max sat alone in the darkness. The only light coming into the tiny room was dimmed by cloth over a finely cut panel; the odd mixture casting eerie shadows on Max's face. Max heard a noise next to the small room he was in and a sma...
The beeping sound started so faint, but began to build in Christopher's ears. Rubbing the spot where Zita's hair had softly swept his skin, he realized he was alone in the bed. His eyes fluttered open and he instantly felt confused. He was staring at a white ceiling with a fire sprinkler jutting out on the corner. Jumping out of bed, he looked around to see...
Colin slid his body against Sienna's, her flesh felt so firm and smooth under him, it made him dizzy with desire. Though they had just finished their second rowdy round of the evening, the two warrior hearted people still desired to feel each other as fully as possible. Sienna started laughing when they kissed though and Colin couldn't help but break the st...
The Interview It was Friday and I suppose a bit early for me to be nursing a Bloody Mary but it was hot and humid. I had just had a surprising conversation with a young woman to whom I was very attracted. Jane was an Aussie like me she had drifted into the service (foreign that is) and been around for a good many years. She was pretty in a homely way, a lit...
I set the telephone handset down into its cradle and lean back in my chair. Stretching my arms above my head I feel the tension in my shoulders relax slightly as I glance at the clock. Its 4:30 which means I have just an hour to get through before I can go home and relax into a warm bath with a glass of wine and a bar of chocolate. The last three weeks have...
It was, she reflected, a new thing. If nothing else, today was definitely a 'new thing' for her. Simply, she was nervous, and becoming more nervous with each passing minute. They'd talked online; he was witty, amiable, and apparently fit. He also (she thought--hoped) possessed some innate understanding of women which so many men never acquired. What attract...
A little tale about what you risk when you play... * Sometimes in life, your past, present and/or future intersect. This is a story about one of those times. Sometimes that intersection results in something good; sometimes it results in something bad. I think for me although it was very tough at first, it clearly resulted in something good, but I'll let yo...
Debbie and I had been on the road for nearly two hours since we left the hotel. The last hour had been spent seeing how turned on we could get one another, without actually making any physical contact. The secret of this little game, of course, is that everything I say or do to get her turned on has the reverse affect of turning me on, and vice versa. Moreov...