Tara ached all over. Her head throbbed so badly that she could not force her eyes open even though she had been awake for some time. She was cold, icy cold but she did not have the energy to pull the duvet higher. She was drained. It had been getting worse lately. The price she paid for using her gifts. For healing others. What had she been thinking yest...
Chapter 5: Property of Her Master Mira's guard held her elbow and led her down the stone steps, off the stage, past the seated audience and through a pitch-dark stone corridor. They emerged outside, in the semi-open area surrounding the arena. The clumped jungle trees grew in patches and in between them, in small clearings, stood tall, round tents, pointing...
I woke my ex-wife from her emotion-drained sleep, and got her dressed (she said) with an outfit from her packed bag. That outfit was just a typical little black dress. Front-zip. Very short skirt. Fully lined, so she didn't need to wear bra or panties ... unless, of course, she bent over, in which case her legs, butt and vagina were on display. Pretty little...
A few years ago, I joined a software start-up as a sales representative in their Charlotte office. The company was headquartered in Silicon Valley. It was considered by the industry as an ideal place to be at that moment due to the rumors that we would become an acquisition target by one of the giant software firms in the next 12 to 18 months. All of my int...
Late last spring, hubby and I decided to join another couple on a kayaking adventure on the Russian River, in Northern California. The plan called for two-days of kayaking, with one overnight stop along the river. With four kayaks, camping gear, food, and a plentiful supply of local wines, we headed off down the river. Although a light coastal fog kept the m...
As I drove to Roland's place of work I was a bundle of nerves, a very aroused bundle of nerves. Scared, but turned on. Worried about what I was about to do turning out badly, but I was also feeling something else, empowered, emancipated, confident, and very much in charge. It was heady and overwhelming. Much to my surprise it felt right. Having grown up in a...
The morning sun filtering through the window curtains and onto Wendy's face slowly wakening her from her deep sleep. As she was gaining full consciousness the aroma from the latex hood brought back the memories from last evening, and of course Ruth, who was still asleep inside the cape with her head beside her crutch. Wendy softly massaged Ruth's neck and ar...
I looked at my phone as it started buzzing at 17.59hrs, the ringtone was on loud as well: "Remember this aria?" Says Jennifer Beale's character, the faint strains of opera in the background. "Oh," says Leisha Hailey's character thoughtfully, "You mean our third date? When you finger fucked me at the Opera? Before telling me you didn't think we were right fo...
For someone with my likes, dislikes, and fetishes, I had the best job in history when I graduated from college with a degree in Health Sciences. Let me explain. My name is Austen. I'm about 6'2" tall with a lean and athletic build (I actually love to work out daily), though I am not better than average in any sport, except possibly swimming. I have light br...
This is an account of my first experience with swinging, or to be more precise, a threesome. It's a story which goes back quite some time but I know for sure that it is the kind of thing that is still happening for young women in today's world. What prompted me to write was my outrage at a radio phone-in show. I was listening to the program one evening as...