For a long time, my best friend Elizabeth was more in touch with herself, sexually speaking, than I was. Don't get me wrong, its not that I was prude or anything. I just never took the time to fully understand and appreciate what it was about sexuality that interested me. I never thought that it was important to understand my fantasies, or even develop any f...
It was one day after Christmas. The four of us were sitting around the fire. The four being, my wife Nelle who is 42, my daughter Nita who is 21, my son Mike who is 20 and I, Bob Mitra, 43. We had just come back from a nice dinner and were sitting enjoying a bottle of wine. "There is something that we need to talk about." said Nelle, "I do not know how to p...
Authors Note: Dedicated to Darkness Ascending and His slave jesuil **** He entered the room, His strong form blocking the light from the hallway. The very sight of Him taking my breath away. My body trembling as fingertips find the edge of the silks. He leans on the doorway, His gaze sweeping over me. Chocolate gaze lowered as I stand as still as possible....
Blackbeard's strong arms encircled Penelope's tiny waist, his large calloused hands cupping beneath the curve of her sweet ass and hauling her to him roughly, he stood. One arm tightened on her waist, crushing her to his chest as his other hand demandingly pulled her strong, long legs around his waist as his lips crushed to hers once more in a searing kiss....
There's something special about the first time. Ok, actually there's a lot of awkward things about the first time: Nervousness, losing control too fast, not knowing exactly how to please and how to last and the list could go on. In the end though, take away the inelegance of it and the first is special in a way. To a submissive like me, it's like a claiming...
Sarah never liked her aunt much. She had learned it from her parents, she supposed. Half the family thought she was crazy, and the others believed she was a charlatan, claiming supernatural abilities to take money from fools who couldn't tell a tall tale when they heard, and maybe crazy as well. Her aunt, after all, claimed that she was a witch. She even had...
Noella sat in the middle of her lounge room, tears flowing down her cheeks, as she surveyed the remnants of her life. The family for which she had spent the last twenty years nurturing and growing had bee destroyed. Damien, the man she had fallen for as a young woman, had trashed her life, her trust and self respect. To those on the outside, it appeared to...
Arthur stood at his office window and watched the young woman walk up the path towards the main entrance. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was tight on her slim figure; on her feet were a pair of dirty white trainers. She walked with an air of indifference, not bothering to rush despite already being fifteen minutes late. The DHSS hand bee...
copyright 2003 Clemstra "I'm an apple pie," she said to us. "You don't look like an apple pie," I point out. "Well I am, I'm just packaged to look like a woman." I look at the others in the kitchen. "Packaging now a days is remarkable," says another. "Okay, well should you go in the oven to bake then," I ask? "Sure, just remove some of the outer packa...
The hot spray beats down my back, turning the skin red with the near scalding temperature. I lean my head back, lifting my arms to rinse the white lather from my thick hair, the soap bubbles sliding over my skin, pooling in a river between my breasts. Closing my eyes I sigh, utterly relaxed in the steamy atmosphere, the glass enclosing me, fogged over with t...