They entered through the front door He stopped, waiting. She looked up to Him hesitantly, her voice soft, “Master?” she questioned. He looked down her and then looked to the pegs on the wall, giving her an unspoken command. “Aren’t we going back outside, Master,” she asked softly. “Yes, little one, but you know the rules.” “Well that doesn’t make a...
I arrive at the restaurant a few minutes late, as usual. It's a romantic little old-world-style Italian restaurant that I've promised you has excellent Chicken Marsala. It's a little schmaltzy and over-the-top with stuccoed walls, red and white checkered table linens, and heavy dripping candle tapers flickering in old silver candelabras. The cliché, but smoo...
My fingers move over each button, taking my time, undoing them carefully. I savor each new piece of flesh that is exposed. My eyes watch yours as I finally reach the last button and slip the shirt from your shoulders. Your chest is now bare to my gaze, to my touch. My head bends and I kiss you, our lips melting together, tasting each other. My fingertips mov...
She smoothed the cellophane tightly and smoothly over the hand lightly gripping the rubber ball and up to the elbow. She had covered it with several layers already, and it was already difficult to make out the fingers through the plastic. With a grin of satisfaction, she put the cellophane down and reached for the pink duct tape. In short order, the hand was...
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Quietly I slipped behind the thin Chinese screen, the one slim concession to modesty offered by the proprietor of "The Needle's Point", an innocuous tattoo parlor on the south side of town. Once more I asked myself what in the world I was doing there, why had I come to this particular place in the shadiest part of the city, but I already knew the answer. I...
Copyright (c) 2019 Ada Stuart, All Rights Reserved. This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright. A special thanks goes to AussieGuy52 for editing this chapter ***** Exploring Chloe Next morning, as Chloe awoke she realised that someone was roaming his hand across her breasts. Her nipples had tightened as a clear respo...
He wouldn't let this witch control him, he had enough of being a slave when he was first reborn. He would show this witch that she didn't control him. The rush from her magical blood burned through his body, he knew all the warnings. Never take any blood from a witch, especially powerful witches or they could enslave you with the promise of more power laden...
The doorbell rang as I applied my lipstick. I looked over at the clock and smiled. Mark was punctual as usual. Usually, we stayed in, but tonight we were going to Outback for dinner. I made it to the bottom of the stairs before the doorbell rang again. I checked my hair in the hallway mirror one last time before I opened the door. Mark looked nice in a red...
Her arms stretch out above her head, grasping the silk scarves holding her in place. She wiggles her legs a bit, testing those scarves as well. Her eyes travel up the length of His body, settling on His eyes. She shivers at the gleam there, anticipating His plan. He just smiles, knowing she will be pleasantly surprised. He grabs a towel, tucking it under he...