Sandy lay stretched on the bed, her wrists and ankles bound by scarves to the bedposts. A cushion inserted under her buttocks pushed her mons above all parts of her; she could just make out the top of her slit beyond the curve of her belly. It was hard knowing how long she'd been in this position, where Arthur had put her after fucking her over the armchair...
lover: how are ya now? me: still not happy lover: hmm. what can i do to fix that.. me: idk lover.. fucking me senseless would be a good start lover: i walk up from behind you and wrap my left arm around you so i can grab your right tit. i rub it roughly and pinch its nipple as i crane your neck around with my hand to kiss you hard on the lips me: whimpe...
**This is my first story, so please keep that in mind** "Happy birthday baby," I wake you up by wrapping my lips around your head already throbbing from your morning wood. "Looks like someone's happy to see me." Your eyes snap open and you look down to see your head disappear between my lips again. I circle your tip with my tongue and I can feel you shiver...
I woke early in the morning with the sun beating down hot on my naked body. It had been so hot last night in Spain that I could lie next to you clothed. I checked the clock and saw we had over two hours before we had to get to the market in the village. I turned onto my side and watched you sleeping. My eyes devoured the hard curves of your back down to you...
(A word of warning before you read this: I write as I speak and think. You may find points in the story where I speak to you, the reader. I hope this doesn't distract, but this is just me! Enjoy.) You are at my place. Never mind how you got here, go with it. You are waiting for me to come home, but I called and told you that I'd be late. You have been horn...
I enter the room and see you seated on the sofa. You are dressed as per my instructions: White silk blouse, a black satin floor length skirt, slit to the thigh, matching jacket, black satin gloves, black seamed stockings, and black high heels. Your face is elegantly made up and your hair falls loosely on your shoulders. I pour two glasses of champagne and gi...
She stared at the curtains covering the large bay window in her room. For weeks she had been toying with the idea of pulling the curtains open as she walked around and did her chores nude in her fourth floor apartment. This was her typical routine anyways. She had always felt that clothing was over rated. The less encumbered and restricted feeling was a wond...
Rob and his office assistant, Jan, left early for the out of town meeting. They enjoyed a breakfast of eggs Benedict, orange juice and coffee at the airport restaurant before boarding the plane for Richmond. The flight was uneventful and the champagne served in first class was a wonderful surprise. After a short taxi ride from the airport, they checked into...
As time passed and I grow older I sometimes find myself wondering what would have happened if my path with Meagan had taken a different route. Where would she and I be if we had met at some other time or same place? I truly believe each of us has a 'sole mate', was Meagan was mine? She was the one I compared each potential lover with. I knew it wasn't fair...
For as long as I can remember, Ryan Anderson and I have been best friends. Our mothers were best friends, and all that time our families spent around one another lent itself to our becoming close. Ryan and I were inseparable ever since kindergarten. He was my protector and I was his sidekick. Together, we got into all sorts of messes that we had no business...