I leaned back in the recliner, My eyes closed, trying to catch My breath. The fire warmed My bare skin quite nicely, while the cool air was quite noticeable upon My dampened hardness. I thought of the experience just ended: the beautiful and willing naked young woman kneeling at My feet, each ankle shackled to a different heavy iron ball, each wrist cuffed...
I had flown on the client's private jet before, but only for short one hour jaunts. This would be the first time traveling half way across the country with Joe and his wife Sue, a former tattoo artist, along with two others from my office. Here I was flying with a couple who I have heard love a bit of kinky sex, my gay boss, and a newly divorced big bosomed...
We had just been to a party, at one of our mutual friends house and were driving back along an A road, it was fairly quiet about so Tom put his foot down a little, not too fast but a bit over the limit. I'd had enough to drink to feel giddy but I knew what I was doing, I put my hand on tom's thigh and slowly dragged my nails along the inside leg of his jean...
This story is inspired by a female colleague I fantasized about at work, and a situation where I fixed her computer. For a moment, she seemed to be showing me slightly more appreciation than is normal. There was an unspoken mutual attraction, and a hint she wanted to go further, but a working office doesn't make these things possible. Maybe something like th...
As I walk through security, I see you sitting in the airport lounge at Newark, wearing that little grey mini that you know causes me a world of problems. Your legs seem to stretch on forever, helped by new high heels I've never seen before. We are flying to a conference in Boston together with another colleague, but he doesn't know about us and we plan on ke...
Prologue Allan awoke with dawn's sunlight splashing across his face. Gretchen was not in the bed. He sat up and scanned the room but she wasn't there. He saw the ivory parchment envelop on her pillow. It was addressed to 'Allan' with a lipstick smooch beneath his name. Maybe she had gone to breakfast and wanted him to meet her there. He opened and read the...
I saw the envelope as soon as I reached my desk. It was placed conspicuously against a text book on the centre of the desk. As I looked at my handwritten name, I recognised her handwriting, and I quickly ripped open the sealed envelope. The folded paper contained five characters, I124Q, followed by her initials. At first, I didn't understand the meaning of t...
(Hi! Thanks for reading. As always, please pardon any errors. Feel free to leave constructive comments. I appreciate the feedback as I'm still new to this genre. I planned this to be a series but we'll see where it goes.) ***** She was under him. Hands pinned over her head, eyes half-closed. Dark, wavy hair poured over pillows as he buried his face in her...
I was first introduced to the lore of The Worm by a colleague of mine at the university where I teach. He had come across some work one of his mentors had dabbled in and was immediately taken with the idea of this mysterious Mayan slug. After much prodding and romanticizing he convinced me that we should get some funding from the university and head down to...
"It's time to introduce this week's dare for our intrepid reporter Lisa Marvell. It comes from Bob in Greenville, who describes himself as a long-time Channel 4 viewer and says he has never missed a Friday Night Special." As anchorwoman Natalie Johnson spoke these words, she glanced across the news desk and addressed her colleague with a smile. "I think, Lis...