After dinner and drinks at a local pub, we decide to take a stroll as our evening winds down. We have been talking all evening as if we are old friends getting together after a long hiatus. The nervousness we both felt about initially meeting is gone, but as we stroll, there is an uneasiness about what may happen next. We stop at some point so you can poin...
I have never met Nancy. Emails and messages were all we ever exchanged. They had always been intelligent, provocative, risqué, loaded with double meanings, but so far, not very graphic. These were the fodder of my fantasy and fantasy is the fuel of masturbation. That was the task now “at hand”. (Pun very much intended.) The house was quite. The windows in t...
As I relive our evening of passion I recall how it all started and wondered where it may lead. Have I created a sex-crazed woman with an unquenchable appetite for another's big cock or has this instance brought us closer by traversing the path of the taboo? Time will tell but for the moment I savor the memory of the time when you took another lover before me...
A few years ago, Stella experienced a sexual re-awakening that changed the course of her life. As if they could smell her invisible pheromones, men looked at her face, her breasts, her hips with abandon. Or did they? Their real or perceived attention fueled her new sense of erotic self. She wanted to lose herself. And she did -- first in Anais Nin and Henry...
Did she have a hidden agenda? Was her desire to dominate white men driven by some racial hatred or need to seek revenge for her enslaved ancestors? By all outward appearances, that would appear to be the case. Mistress Desire was far more complex than superficial appearances would allow. Black, strong, confident, and proud, there was no mistaking that the Do...
He looked down from the window, a shadowy figure behind the glass. He watched as she wandered the gardens in the silent morning air. Her hands caressed the flowers as she passed by, her delicate white skin pronounced against the deep red of the roses. She looked up to the house and seemed to stare right at him. Her pale blue eyes pierced through the glass, s...
We have been together so long, and yet - you are still not relaxed enough to let me enjoy giving you simple pleasures... Shy? Inhibited? Just not comfortable with my desires? I don't know, but you should know that I never want to hurt you, embarrass you, I want to find the keys to bringing you all the wonderful feelings you so richly deserve... So, let it g...
It had been a quiet, enjoyable evening, snuggled up in Master's loving arms as we watched His *man's* movie. You know the type of movies full 0of soldiers, fighting, violence, all with a few women thrown in for fun. As the movie came to and end, He clicked rewind and nudging my arm he gently said, "come my pet, let us get some rest tonight." There was neve...
The full moon shown down on the clearing, bathing everything in a pale grayness. Those assembled looked like ghosts to me, just out of my sight so that I couldn't see their faces. But I knew they were looking at me. I was standing with my back to the bonfire, the heat contrasting with the cool night air to make my whole body shiver. I had been stripped of my...
The party was just as how it was described, a return to the opulent days of monarchs. The guests mingled in their masquerade costumes, each one more extravagant than the next. The masks of pure gold or silver were encrusted with jewels. The costumes made of the finest silks, satins and lace, the men regal in their attire, the women queenly in theirs’. The ba...