Chapter 7 Once inside her bedroom, I closed the door behind me, leaving us in relative darkness. 'Once you've stripped off, lie down please.' I instructed as I too began to get out of my own - making sure I first removed the thing I'd pocketed during my browsing. When I knew she'd settled herself I bent over her, finding her face with my finger-tips, bendi...
The Master and Brandi got up and went into the only other room in the loft. I continued laying there wondering what excitement they were planning next when Brandi came out of the bathroom and started to take my restraints off. She smiled at me and told m, "Its time for you to go home now, I'll drive you." "What! That's it!" I cried out. I stared at her in...
Fire reflected in the mirror as she sat waiting anxiously in a plush leather armchair. She tapped her toes nervously on the hard wood floors, waiting to hear the front door open. Her hands fluttered to smooth her hair, then her satin robe, then hair again. She wondered what he had in store for her tonight. ********* Four years had passed since the first ti...
John was already at the table drinking coffee and reading the paper when Ice and I joined him."Good morning John, sleep well?" I asked being polite. "Like a baby for the first time in years until the alarm clock went off this morning." he said winking. Ice had went and brought the coffee to the table with sugar and cream and started a new pot. Poured mine t...
All sexual acts are committed only by legal adults over the age of eighteen. In no way do these events relate to real or semi-real happenings. This is all of my own creation. Any and all feed back would be greatly appreciated considering this is my first submission. ***** My name is Dylan Morrison. A lot of kids would call me goth or emo, but I'm not eithe...
The thing with these chintzy little coffee shops and thatched Tudor type tea houses is that they attract a better class of patron. One tends to tire of the 'greasy-spoon' type of establishment after a while, the transport caff, the Mc D Meggamuff joints with their coffee served in a mixing bowl sized cups, the inane chatter of airhead teens, the appalling ma...
Bright-white light blazed behind Cotton's eyelids. She must have fallen asleep baking in the sun. Thankfully, a cloud passed over the daystar casting a shadow over her as she rubbed her eyes. She tried to prop herself up but her limbs were about as compliant as warm cookie-dough. Flopping back down, she rested a moment, allowing herself to cool off some and...
I am the toy of the day It's very hard to stand in ballet shoes. Especially rigid booties locked on you so you can't flex your calves or move your ankles or anything. The way your legs are forced you must arch your back, stick your hips forward just to stay upright. New girls are always grabbing for a chair back or pole or something to support themselves. I...
Jake had made a decision—his wife's luscious, pale, creamy flesh deserved more than just an occasional brush with satin and lace. He knew it was just their hectic schedules. Her drawers reflected the chaos of their life. Literally. She had her "period" panties and her regular panties—and there were only a few pairs of nice panties, worn on "special occasions...
'Romance is for suckers,' that's what I've always said. I've always enjoyed women but just for sex and I've been lucky enough not to need to enter into a relationship to get all the sex I've wanted. I'd pick up a girl somewhere, like a bar or a grocery store and sometimes-even bookstores. We'd have sex a few times and then I'd stop seeing her. When you opera...