Since Lena had arrived she was all Jameson thought about and she pounded in his mind morning noon and night. He could barely believe his eyes when he first met her; he actually did a double take. He looked, said ‘hi’ and looked away, then looked back and his jaw dropped. He hated staring but he had, just as he was, right now, while he thought about how much...
"I don't know," she stammered, pulling her lips away from his. "It seems kinda ... risky..." He slid his hand further up her thighs, brushing the bottom edge of her boy shorts beneath her short skirt. His denim clad thigh was wedged between both of hers, the fingers of his right hand running just underneath the edge of her boy shorts at her ass. She'd worn...
Trapper is my best friend. After the death of my wife two years ago I was disconsolate and needed to find a new direction in life. I had tried joining clubs, taking lessons and all the other usual ways of meeting people and socialising. But I missed my wife and could not get over the loss. You see she was beautiful, a classic English rose. Pear shaped and...
In a recent story I told how cleaning Janice's windows for free changed delightfully my notions about making it with a mature woman. But perhaps was growing up just a little after she and I spent many happy times enjoying the thrill of sexercise. She was sixty when I first fucked her and I was only twenty. How come, having enjoyed several girlfriends I sudd...
THE INTERVIEW "Is what I hear about you true?" The question came poised with a suggestive lilt in the voice, the tip of her tongue nervously exploring suddenly dry lips. Alex knew exactly what she was referring to, but years of paranoia forced him to skirt the issue. Better safe than sorry. "It depends. What do you hear about me?" The first step in the gam...
So, now we know the where, when and who, which leads us to the how. This is where it gets tricky. Remember that being a dominant is truly not simply about getting compliance from a partner. It's about making that partner feel good about willingly giving that power over to you. Or, put another way, as my own mantra always goes, healthy power exchange always...
The Conclusion I really didn't want to write an ending to this story. I was hoping someone else would volunteer to do it, but I've received so many requests, pleas and demands to finish it that I will attempt an ending and hopefully get closure on this story. Many writers provided their own suggestions for an ending and some were quite original in their thi...
When wake up I find myself in a bright white room. The ceiling, floor and walls are all white, so it is hard to tell where one begins and the other ends. I am naked, strapped chest down to some kind of frame, tilted at about a 45 degree angle. My body is bent slightly in the middle, with my legs held wide apart, my arms straight out sideways and my head ang...
"Girl, you need a man." Joanne Croix looked up from her cubicle and sighed, "huh?" She knew exactly what her best friend, Jesse Tolliver, was going to say next. She still went along with the game, even though they both knew it was useless. "I said you need a man. A big fine young brother to relieve you of all of that stress you have pent up in these shoul...
Author's Note: This chapter warrants a bit of a content warning for sensory deprivation gone bad. Hope you all enjoy! ##### I take the weekend to relax and recover. By the time Monday rolls around, I feel ready to get back to it. That morning, I go to Arlon's office with my collar around my neck. To my surprise, I'm not the first one there. I hear Allisa...