When last we left Alexandra and Jamison, her introduction to Jamison's lifestyle had just begun. He has explained some basic concepts of BDSM to her and given her a 'tasting' of what she can expect. Jamison has initiated Alexandra with a light play session and her first punishment for breaking rule number one: Always tell the truth. Her punishment came in th...
Sometimes life can provide opportunities – or misfortune -- you can't anticipate when you least expect it. My name is Ken, a loving husband, married to Lea, my wife of 45 years. Both of us are now in our mid-60's and retired. We have had a wonderful marriage over all these years, with relatively few rocky patches. Lea is the love of my life, an energetic l...
Before you read this story, may I suggest you go back and read Chapter 1 first, as it will help you understand the story line. When you read this story you will notice that outside of the sex of the characters that I avoid describing the physical appearance of the characters. This is done to make it easier for you the reader to place yourself into the role o...
There is a dark truth to our modern lives, one that is at times both terrifying and at others: one's only glimmer of hope. The carousel never stops turning. No, it simply goes -- around and around, with days passing by in a blink, with eyes that close to sleep, opening to wake in what feels like an instant. Clock in, clock out. Return. Repeat. It is a ma...
"It's still early," Elaine said. "You want to go home?" "Not really," Ashanti said more because she wanted to go to Earl's instead of home, and less because she wanted to go to another club or bar like she was sure Elaine was suggesting. "I ain't even got a buzz." "You want to get another drink?" Ashanti asked and the idea didn't seem half-bad. She felt d...
Cynthia Jamison and I were entering a new dimension in our relationship. We had been married for eighteen years, and mostly faithful throughout. I had strayed at about the eight year point, when I was traveling a lot in South East Asia; it was a year late for the seven year itch, and I was traveling for my company, and setting up foreign manufacturing facili...
She couldn't walk another step. She was soaked to the bone and the salt from the seawater was making her itch. The cold water was also responsible for her stiff muscles that were screaming for her to stop and rest. But she knew she couldn't, if she stopped she might not get going again. She'd read all the books about survival; if she stopped she would probab...
Saturday, July 22nd . 6:27 pm Maybe she should have called Michelle. The thought came as Ana pressed the doorbell. She obviously needed to hear a voice of reason; otherwise she wouldn't be standing here on the doorstep, on the way to ostensibly having her first one-night stand. Tonight wasn't just about a home cooked meal and some friendly flirting. He...
For years now, it had been my habit to spend the first two weeks of April hiking the National forest not too far from my home. This year was no exception; only I was two weeks late. The last assignment on my job had run into problems and I couldn't get away. I guess it's better late than never as the old saying goes. I had set up camp near the end of an ol...
A romance is a tale told by an idiot, full of flowery phrases and stolen kisses, and signifying nothing. To the fool, the teller of such tales, the fascination lies not with the sexual act: a messy business finishing with a shout and a grimace, but with the dance that brings them there. That eternal game of cat and mouse that brings two seemingly complex pe...