"Is that what you're wearing? I don't think so. Wear this" were the instructions from my Master. I had finished dressing in my black cocktail dress with a sequin belt and boat collar. Master preferred me in the red gown that hugged my every curve and reached to my ankles...with a slit that went mid-thigh up the front of my leg. The bodice was simple—it had a...
It was the first time we attended one of the resort's dances and we planned our costumes for maximum effect. Michelle wore a very short plaid skirt, a white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front and had long tails to allow it to be tied under her breasts, tiny ruffled socks and school girl heels. Her hair was in two pigtails with a ribbon bowed around e...
Be it online dancing in a room full of horny men or in real life, the Dance of the Seven Veils is both erotic and beautiful. It actually stems from belly-dancing and dances done in the Far East. Having done extensive dancing with words online, I will attempt to walk you through how exactly something like this is done. The first thing to keep in mind when da...
I had always been a good wife. Married a couple of years after university, my husband and I have made a good life for ourselves and our two kids, and now a third is on the way. His job as the manager of a local plant pays well and so does mine. My work seldom involves travel, but when it does I really enjoy it. It gives me an opportunity to get away from th...
First Story I have been a widower for two years and just recently decided to get out into the world again. I have been talking to a lady on the Internet that seems real nice. She made the first moves toward a face-to-face meeting. I wasn't ready for that until recently. We agreed to meet in a public place. I told her to bring a friend if it would help her b...
Alex glanced around the ballroom, which was filled with an abundance of color, lace, laughter and masks. She stayed near the edge of the room, standing to avoid the difficulty of maneuvering in the wide full skirt and sure if she sat, the corset would tighten to the point where she could barely breathe. She sipped wine carefully and avoided eye contact, made...
This follows It Was Just A Fantasy and But Whose Fantasy Was It? I think it can be read on its own, but is better after having read those two. Thanks to those who read for me and made suggestions, some of which I incorporated. Thanks especially to Denise whose comments helped me improve it considerably. I put the finishing touches on my makeup and went into...
It’s dark here at the concert. Dark and loud. The music pulses though my body like an extra heartbeat as I dance in place here amongst the crowd. I feel alive. I feel free. Dancing, bouncing in place, surrounded on all sides by other people, all dancing, all listening, all happy. The girl in front of me stumbles, and I step backwards, bumping gently into...
I slip into the tub and let my cares float into the water, counting my blessings for the one who invented hot water, the soaking relaxes me. My tanned skin brings such a contrast to the white porcelain. I close my eyes and begin drifting to my thoughts of where I would rather be, how I would rather be feeling. Being rather uptight about an up and coming blin...
Maks lounged lazily on a hard bench in the mirror-clad practice room. His swarthy good looks, chiseled body and bad boy image had made him the object of lust for women viewers of the hugely popular TV show 'Dancing With the Stars'. The perpetual sneer that never seemed to leave his face was even more pronounced this day since he was here somewhat against his...