It was a one of those weekends when you got to do something you just don't have your heart in to it. My husband and I went to visit his great uncle who I had never met and was told he was the black sheep and a bit of a lone wolf of the family. His wife had died about a year before I married my husband and the old guy did not come to the wedding. He lived abo...
I have four friends that get together every Friday night to drink, smoke tell lies and play poker. We alternate between the 5 of us hosting the game. They are my closest friends and really I have no secrets from them. All of them are married, and when we first started I was as well. We always have a great time playing poker together, and look forward to e...
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is a coincidence. Thanks to ausfet. * Jessica Stone was a teacher, and a good one. She was 35 years old and taught English at one of the leading state comprehensive schools in London. She had been there for twelve years and was now Head of Department with an office and her name on t...
A Night With Star – The following takes place between 18:25 and 21:24, it has been modified to fix spelling and grammar errors, and a identifiers removed but the content has not been embellished. I hope you enjoy. Star: Hello Miss. Pet: Hello Star, did mistress like your stars? (referring to star tattoos) Star: She did, but I am being punished. Pet:...
Keila sauntered through the bar with an easy grace, savoring the smell of cheap booze on the air mixed with smoke so thick it actually hung in front of the dim lights in a haze. It was a cheap, tacky dive, just her kind of place--well, it would be, wouldn't it? She wondered how the other patrons saw it. She eyed the men and women sitting at public tables, e...
He walked into my dungeon and knelt. His eyes looked through my boots, but didn't see the polished leather. I hate it when they came to me like this, filled with defeat instead of submission. I used the pointed toe of one boot to lift his chin. It was a moment longer before his eyes also lifted. Whatever it was, this boy had it bad. He'd spill it to me soon...
(Blowing in the winds of most beaches and creeks the weed from Europe grows called the California cane! At one point it was used for constructing adobe homes it is now considered a nuisance weed choking the riverbeds and creeks of California. Leave it to devious kinky minds to find a use for this weed for BDSM play! A simple snap of a single branch and strip...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, and an exploration of fantasy. I hope you enjoy. Comments, critiques and stars are appreciated. * Emily raised an eyebrow, "Do you consider yourself Dominant, Richard?" I nodded, "Yes, it's where I'm comfortable; being in charge, setting the pace, the mood. I'm not sure about ropes and whips and pain, I really do...
James had first noticed Megan Williams as she shared lunch with a few friends on the campus of the local university. It had been a hot day and they had taken refuge on a bench that sat in the shade of a tall oak tree. The hot weather had forced her friends into skimpy clothing that left a great deal of flesh on display but Megan had dressed more modestly in...
She darted around the kitchen finishing up the horderves. She had everything almost ready. It was about time for her to prepare herself. This was the first time that they had hosted a play party. They had been part of the local group for almost a year, but it wasn't until they got their new house, complete with a custom basement dungeon that they felt the ti...