Number One ******************** Author's Note This one is based on the stories a lady friend told me. Most of the details I had to fill in, but the basic premise is all hers. This one is for you A. ******************** I have had sex with thirty-two men. Maybe that sounds like a lot, maybe it doesn't. I suppose it depends on the individual. Should my da...
It was an absolutely perfect day for golf. You seriously could not ask for anything better. Not a cloud in the sky, warm without being hot, and a perfect gentle breeze blowing in from the ocean. Best of all, it was Monday. The weekend crowds had all gone back to work, and we basically had the course to ourselves. Our group consisted of me, my wife Jackie, a...
Some kind of secret project was being worked on at AU. All I'd been told was to be at the airport early in the morning, I was to fly to New York with Chuck Tyler, my boss, and Jeff Murphy, his second in command. Usually any trip to corporate headquarters in New York involved the big bosses at the company, and I was never a part of those trips. I just knew to...
"Miss Black will be with you shortly," Sasha, Miss Black's secretary, said. "You may have a seat." The compliment seemed more like a command. I sat straight up at the edge of the chair in anticipation of my performance meeting with Miss Black. As I glanced at Sasha, I thought about how much she changed her appearance lately to look more like Miss Black: Same...
Disclaimer: The writings here are total fiction; the characters and events have no basis in persons living or dead. This story is intended for those over 18 years of age, and contains subject matter of an adult nature. (Smoking fetish, light bdsm) Double Elimination I am naked except for a leather mask. My wrists, ankles, knees and elbows are strapped to a...
1. Dez sits hooded and gagged. Her arms have been cuffed to the chair that she sits in - the perforated metal is cold against her shoulders and the backs of her legs which have been tied to the armrests at the knees. Dez's ankles, in turn, have been shackled to the chair. A small rag sitting in her lap is the only cover she has. Time has become irrelevant b...
Author's Notes: This was written originally for the recent 750 word event. Although I contributed another story I wasn't happy with the original ending on this one. For those readers not familiar with the 750 event, it's an author sponsored event where you try to write an entire story from beginning to end in exactly 750 words. (The minimum the site allows...
I glanced at the clock on my desk, glad the day was almost over. It was a Friday afternoon after a slow week and being more than caught up with the workload, I decided to get out of there and get a jump on the weekend. Earlier in the week, I'd come across an article that piqued my curiosity. There was a gallery showing in town at the museum. A photographic e...
its 7:15 and i'm awake. her hair is soft and in my ear and my thumb lightly rub rub up her forefinger. our hands are still clasped half under the sheet and together for so long, our palms are glued moist and warm. i listen to her breath in her sleep and she smells wonderful. and then she smells like motor oil. as i smile and begin to drift i squeeze her hand...
Damn the Internet. Her mind was tortured, and the world wide web was to blame. Work had transplanted her 1450 miles from her friends, and family. Back in Calgary she was had no problem finding herself some evening company. She had collected a few guys that were exciting, skilled, and uncomplicated. Everything a Career girl needs. They were generally availabl...