She knelt on the thin carpet of the medium-grade hotel, eyes down, listening. Still clothed, but suggestively so, deep v neckline on an almost see-through blouse, short skirt, stockings. All black. Her Master and Sir Gryphon sat in medium-grade hotel furniture, negotiating what Sir Gryphon could do to Master's slave tonight in the ballroom-turned-dungeon....
It began over twenty years ago. Pat was a bit older than me at 45. My name is Ian. Like so many affairs it grew out of two people seeking more than shallow husbands or frigid wives could provide. I had met Pat through work. Medium build, red hair good firm breasts despite having two children and an ass that I totally loved and would worship all day if she le...
This was not going the way Diane had thought it would or should. Basically nothing, and yet everything, had changed in their marriage in the last six months. She watched him now, sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer, unshaven, and between picking his nose and scratching his ass, she wasn't sure what his biggest pleasure was. At least he was fit. There was...
The bar was small, and very crowded. The modified dance floor was blonde wood, nicely polished. Quaint was the word. The place was the perfect neighborhood bar- well the perfect neighborhood leather bar. You see arranged artfully around the dance area, with its floor length mirrors, was an array of bondage equipment. A horse, suspension chains and a large bl...
A story for My girl on the beginning of O/our 3rd year. He strode into the room from His morning training ... looked around for His girl. Not seeing her He walked into the bathing room and slowly began to peel the fighting skins off ... she entered the room silently, the only way He knew she was there was the small catch in her breath as she saw His back mu...
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Tibby blurted out as turned back to the balcony door and jiggled the handle. A dark, swarthy hand covered her shaking ones and stopped her jerky motions. "Relax." The low rumble of his voice reverberated from her chest to warm and tangle down her back, sending her into shivers for an altogether different reason. The...
Pulling you by your long blonde hair, I drag you down the stairs. The basement is dark but for a small nightlight, creating more shadows than light. Glaring at you as you stumble behind me, I throw you against a St Andrew's cross and slap your face. Already terrified, you crumble into a trembling mass on the cement floor. "Stand up, bitch!" I snarl, causing...
We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, coffee and the Sunday paper. Sharon and I sat at either end of the living room couch amidst the green foliage, our feet and toes often touching. After she’d gotten up and refilled our coffees, Sharon sat at my end of the couch and languorously wound herself around me. We seemed to fit so well together, there were rarel...
Later, when she looked back on that day, Anna wouldn't be able to explain what drew her to the church. She wasn't a religious woman. Raised Catholic, yes, but she'd left all that behind so many years past, it didn't bear discussing. And yet, that early afternoon some aching need for peace... for Grace... propelled her up the stairs and through the heavy wood...
Chapter 20 John looked at her radiant face that seemed to glow with the remnants of her orgasm. At times like this she just takes his breath away and he loves her even more. "Believe me Baby, right now there is nothing I would rather do than take you home and make slow, sweet love to you, but we promised a show. I will promise you that as soon as the show...