I ran the bath, putting in the bath milk I had made for her. As the steam filled the room I could smell the heady scents of lavender and bergamot with a hint of ylang ylang. She offered me her hand and I helped her step in, as she settled down into it I went back to the bedroom in order to lay her clothes out. I got out her silk knickers and bra set, a dark...
Chapter 14 -- An Evening of Play **Characters and text are protected under copyright law SLAP! Chloe moaned lowly as the feel of the leather thongs of the flogger thudded across her back, the skin already deeply enflamed from many strokes from the wonderful instrument. She could feel slick moisture running down the inside of her thighs, seeping through th...
The Jazz Age Chapter Two: The Love Nest Charlie Desmond, the husband of Nancy Desmond, had a great faith in the future of America. Along with most of the men he knew, he thought the business of America was business and that was that. The business of America was business and the future of business looked good. No, he thought it was better than that. The bu...
(This story contains several flashbacks. Each time period will be noted as past or present to differentiate between time periods. Enjoy!) Present: Looking at my watch I see that I am already running five minutes late to my psychology class. I walk quickly across campus remembering Professor James's stern warning, "Ms. Temple if you are tardy to class one...
I stood there in the mirror, contemplating what I was about it do. Do you have what it takes to do this? I asked myself. At this point, it didn't really matter. I could hear the four giggling girls downstairs and despite only having arrived a few minutes ago I knew they had started the party quite a while ago and had already had a fair amount of wine. But t...
I couldn't believe it had been just a few months earlier that I first revealed to my wife that I really wanted to watch her have sex with another man. It's not like we had never talked about it. I mean, we had even had a threesome with a gay friend of ours years earlier, but that was really more for me than it was for her, even if she had a good time, too. I...
Jenifer was working the swing shift so I had the place to myself. One nice thing about Jenifer's apartment is that her bedroom has a big sliding glass door that goes out onto a deck that overlooks a deep narrow canyon filled with a jungle of vegetation. On a clear day, you could probably see the ocean from there if there wasn't an apartment complex on the ot...
Seated in the coffee shop on the high street, opposite the beauty salon, Nicki had a great view of the salon's waiting room. She was also beginning to understand the implications of Tom forbidding her to wear underwear. Walking down the high street, the winter wind blowing strongly, she had been acutely aware that a thin layer of skirt fabric was all that se...
Kimberly sat by the window, watching, as the hands on the clock slid past 2PM. He had said early afternoon, the TV repairman that is, when she explained that the vacuum had snagged the wires from the TV disconnected everything. And now she waited, hoping that she was suitably attired, in a dark blue business suit, the skirt just above her knee, and a crisp...
The following is a running fantasy of mine that I wanted to see if I could put to words at my first attempt at erotic stories. A bit of feedback would be greatly appreciated. It is a little long winded, but I think it's worthwhile. The air was heavy and damp. The basement cellar of this old hotel was stifling in the heat, but the respite of the cool room...