Dedicated to my dear friends "Jane" and "Cock." * * * * * Jane first saw the silent man with the shaved head at her own engagement party at her fiancée's mansion, and Jane knew instinctively how much she wanted that man from the very moment she saw him. His piercing dark brown almost black eyes captured her attention immediately, although she had to admit...
Dec. 21 2004 dear Y., I can't help this!!!! I know that my letters of late have been painted all over with the colour of my sexual fantasies, but this seems to be a period that I have entered, like a new house of which I have never seen the inside, yet have been given the chance to explore. It is driving me crazy now, I believe, this time apart. I find my...
She had tormented me long enough and she knew it, easing the beads in and out of me, watching the expression on my face, just as I watched hers in the mirror, while doing the same to her. Our nights sought each other out, across a realm of twilight that had moved its shifting frontiers through words, through aeons of typed emissions, finally glances, and now...
"Choose!" my beloved Camilla cried as her younger step-sisters stood before us with their Mama Katerina widow of Mr Parsonage and until deserted lately by Camilla's father the Lady Oakes. "No, I say," the older woman cried vainly for she had no place but that which duty compelled Camilla to offer her. "But Camilla my dearest, I wish none but you!" I pleade...
Father William slipped deeply into a purgatorial coma and Imogen started to panic. The boat races would finish soon and the grand unveiling of the new exhibit was decidedly in jeopardy. She started to consider her options and none looked very bright. Since her foreheads affair with the hammer and chisel Imogen had found thinking somewhat difficult and althou...
I enter the cool darkness of the temple, wearing only my white silk robe and a diadem of tiny stars. Inside all is silent, the darkness only relieved by torches held in sconces on the walls. I am aware that today I am the sacrifice to be made here. Moving to the altar, I spread my arms wide, offering myself to worship. My nipples prickle hard and erect bene...
Prologue & Explanation of Transcend the Flesh I wrote the various parts of Transcend the Flesh separately - between weeks of inventiveness in the 90s. Probably when I was 17 or 18, I don't remember now. I didn't particularly care for the view of the characters, the first person view that I switch through during the story so I eventually scrapped the whole t...
This is an account of one day from a game my Master played with me on and off for quiet a number of years, each day for a week or so he would up the pressure on me and push me further. I still get turned on thinking about it even though it has been over a year since he last played it. It is getting late when I hear your voice telling me to stand, legs sprea...
10 more to go, and 9, 8, 7. God, why do they have too make this so hard? 6, 5.. Come on Trish, you can do this, my thought's egging on my legs 4, 3, 2 one more, yes.. nearly there. And 1.. Aaah. Bliss. 8.35pm. 37 minutes after my gruelling workout started, thank goodness. It was over I knew my aims, my wants. Just oblivious that it would ever be this hard....
Close to a week had gone by while Diane and I shared our days and nights. On a typical day, it might be two o'clock in the afternoon, and I still couldn't think of anything else except for my lady. I'd usually call her on my morning break and over lunch. I figured I'd get the opportunity to telephone during afternoon break as well. The sound of her voice on...