I woke up still from the night before and the play we had, Mistress to the left of me, Emma to the night. Mistress was snuggled up to my chest, I slowly pealed her hand off my chest and quietly went down stairs and made coffee and toast for her and Emma. Realising we had no milk, I quickly ran down to the shop knowing Mistress wanted her coffee before colleg...
It seemed strange in a way that she had hurried to open the outer door to the club and I walked through, not unlike a king who expected deferential treatment by his subjects. Most of the time I opened doors for ladies, both acquaintances and strangers, but not for this woman. Not for a few others too but none of them were here this night. The pretty young t...
As I get closer to the door, I can see there is a note attached to the front door. As I get close enough to read it, I see that she is awaiting my arrival. Out of politeness, I knock on the door and wait a moment. Then the door opens. It is Robert. He is partially dressed in a tuxedo and it appears he is getting ready for an evening out. I say good evening t...
She had seen the movies and saw how glamorous the girls looked and how much they came, so she went to his offices. Have a seat, he told her. "So you wanna shoot a scene?" "Great, meet me here, 10am tomorrow" She arrived on set nervous, but looking beautiful. She was surprised he was the only one there. He explained the scene. She was to strip for him, se...
I met an old friend of the family one Saturday afternoon, while shopping for odds and ends at the local mall. We spent some time catching up since we last saw one another, and eventually the conversation turned to work. Greg owned a swimming pool business of average but profitable size; his clients were mostly well-off, and trusted him as a lifelong resident...
I visited Roger at his family's place, a farm down in eastern Tennessee. His mom was off in Europe someplace but his dad was there and he was extremely nice. We stayed in a guest room that had two beds. Roger and I had never had sex, though I think both of us were more than willing. Anyway we slept great the first night, the windows open, crickets singing up...
This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any children referred to in this are purely for story plot. Thanks, Dean. ***** Here we go again. It is the...
Its late one night, I've been curled up on the sofa in front of the fire reading a book with my cat curled up next to me keeping me company. I look at the top of the fire place and decide its time for bed. I put the book down, turn off the fire and head towards the bedroom. I flick the light switch in the bedroom, but nothing happens, I slowly walk across t...
The cards riffled between my fingers with a soft whirr, the results of way too much practice. Even with the haze of cigarette smoke that filled the room and made breathing problematic, I could see the fingers of the man across the table from me. They were never still, those fingers. Of course, when they belong to a professional card sharp, they never are....
Hello everybody. My name is Jane and his is my true story. I am a 30 year old female. I am not very attractive; average to say the best! Average at everything; looks, wits, just about everything. Then in my early twenties I began to realise that I as time passed, my main preoccupation became with sex. This continued until it reached a monumental state which...