She sat in the bar, apparently reading her book and sipping coffee, but really she sat people watching. The evening was drawing in and the bar was turning from a quiet daytime haven into a busy social hot-spot. She considered leaving soon, since the attractive barman she had been watching for the last hour had obviously finished his shift and left for the da...
Welcome to Chapter Eight of my still-developing story, which is completely true. This story won't make any sense unless you read the first Seven chapters first. Click my profile for the link to those chapters. I love getting feedback from readers- it's what keeps me writing! So please post a comment and let me know what you thought of this :) I called Ca...
**This story makes a lot more sense if you read Chapter One first. Click my profile for the link to that chapter, and THANKS to everyone who read it-I'm happy and proud that over 10,000 people read the first installment on the first weekend it was posted! * "So, Julie...why did you do it?" That was the question swimming through my head throughout the nex...
He pushed her to the ground, his leg pulling behind hers to buckle her knees. Kissing her deeply, never allowing the contact between them to break, he forced her backwards. Her hands reached out for him to support her descent until she was on her back on the damp grass. He impatiently found the hem of her dress, his cold hand sliding up her body, beyond th...
I met Dennis online a couple weeks ago; I'm really not sure how one went about all this before the internet. We quickly progressed to texting and dirty pictures, knowing that we wanted to fuck each other. Dennis has a very extensive spanking fetish, which I was very excited about as I've recently rediscovered my love of being spanked. We set a date and time...
Zara shook herself. A few minutes or hours had passed—she did not know which—while she crouched in the belly of this prison in a dream-like stupor. She clambered to her feet, her reverie broken now, although images of General Tarsus still flickered in her mind. Perhaps it was because of Tarsus that the whole of Minostaur was not already torn to bits with sea...
Sandrine is collared and blindfolded, dressed in faded and slightly-ripped shorts and a tank top, as Jonathan leads her by the hand to the basement of the cabin. The coolness of the basement air is a stark contrast to when they were doing maintenance yardwork outside earlier. At last, the cool stone floor chills the soles of the submissive's bare feet. She i...
They reached a lull in the evening, and the buyer walked Anna towards the back of the venue, pushing open a set of doors and entering the quieter corridors behind and around the building. The sounds of the party receded and were taken over by only the sound of Anna's heels clicking against the hard floor. "Where are we going?" she asked. "Here," he replied...
I walk into the bedroom, glad to be home after a long day of work. You're sitting on the bed, looking pissed. I'm surprised to see you there since I didn't think you'd be home yet. I smile and start to walk towards you. "Hi honey, how was your day?" The angry look on your face stops me in my tracks. I can tell you had a bad day, and I start to think about w...
This is one of my favorite times of day, waiting for you to come home from work. I'm on the sofa, undressed except for the panties you picked out for me to wear today. I run my hand along my hips and feel their silkiness, then put my hand between my legs and feel how damp they already are from sheer anticipation. The room is chilly, and my nipples are hard....