I'd like to say that to spice things up and liberate my conservative wife from her inhibitions, I've introduced various "spices" when we make gentle love by candlelight. But, nah! The truth is I'm just a horn dog with kinks! The kinks so far have included dressing her like a slut, dirty talk about seeing her getting fucked by someone else (man or woman), o...
It might have been the train, or perhaps her sheer boredom riding the Red Line all the way out to Shady Grove. Close in to DC the stops came up quite often and she must have spent her idle time watching the passengers entering and exiting the train. After Tinleytown and Friendship Heights, the stops began to stretch out as the train ran the rail toward and t...
He still couldn't believe that he, Professor James Curry, had finally bedded Miranda Ames. He had noticed the sweet, shy Miranda the first day of class. Sweet, innocent-looking, quiet and unassuming, little Miranda. She always wore her blonde hair, which was fairly long, in an unassuming ponytail. She wore cute, round glasses. She rarely spoke in class and...
What pill? There was a time when that question wasn't needed, it was simply "The Pill," and people slyly smiled and nodded. The pill, that pill, was a thing of beauty, a leap in bio-technology that started a revolution. From its initial release in 1961, prescribed to married women, its use ballooned in just two years to over million users as it opened the ga...
The red ball of the sun sank slowly through the purple clouds and behind the distant trees. The old soldier sat quietly watching the sunset. Reflections from the gold aviator wings pinned on his threadbare robe flickered along the wall with each raspy breath. It was the same scene he had watched for years. The young blonde nurse always stood in the backgr...
It's ten minutes to nine in the morning and I stand outside the office, savouring a cigarette. With each eager gulp of smoke I remind myself not to smudge my scarlet lipstick. I have been punished for that before. The early morning breeze sends a shiver up my stocking clad legs and I glance over my shoulder to check my seams are straight. The chilly air run...
Chapter 1: Vincenza Stifling a yawn, Vincenza leaned back from the dull glow of her computer monitor and stretched over the back of the leather swivel chair, her arms extended and hands clasped. Editing this piece for the paper was murder. She couldn't comprehend why it was anyone would hire a writer who didn't use proper spelling, punctuation, tenses or gr...
Hi everyone! My name is Nate, but most everyone knows me as "Barkeep". That seems to be the most commonly used salutation, until closing time. Then I get to learn all of my nicknames. When ever I meet someone new I automatically say "What'll ya have?" I've gotten a lot of funny looks from people until I tell them what I do for a living. The interesting part...
"Fuck! You ruined my life!" An explosion followed the cry, which sounded a lot like some one discharged a shotgun and hit a television at close range. I sank to the ground, sitting propped up against the wall, with my legs pointed towards the monitor. Naked and dripping sweat, I stewed in my own special blend of negative, self-destructive emotions. Tv's and...
Prologue: On her first visit to Sir Stephen, O had disobeyed a direct order from him. In the morning when she awoke she was shown a note from him. " Rene called to say he would pick you up at six pm. The whip is for your next visit". " The Story of O" page 89 The Summons It was an ominous feeling. At Roissy the whipping had been delivered at the whim of t...