Chapter 34 – Return of the runaway lover: Steph The weather was ideal for a spring Saturday morning, sunny and chilly with the promise of warm temperatures as the day progressed. The weekend looked fabulous from a weather point of view. Jim returned from his run. No one else in the house seemed to be up when he left and a glance around inside on his return...
So here I am, sitting in a small dingy American pub on my own. I've been travelling around America for the past nine months and now I'm in Minnesota. This pub couldn't be more American if it tried, I should've given up when I'd seen the American flag hanging outside. But I was tired and thirsty and had another three miles to walk to my new hotel. "Another...
Just to give you the background... sometimes what I want with my husband is roses, a candlelit meal, long, luxurious lavish love-making where we concentrate on each other in the moment. Where it's slow, sensual and spell-binding. Sometimes, I want to tie him up, break out the riding crop or the flogger, until his skin is warmed and red, before I ride him un...
"And another box gone," Jack muttered to himself, putting the heavy box aside. "Only what, a billion more boxes to go?" The silent storage unit didn't respond, but Jack nonetheless felt like the sweltering box was mocking him. It was in the mid 80s outside, a lovely summer day. But inside this metal hell the temperature was hovering in the high 90s. Jacks' s...
Winter did eventually roll around. Our existence together was flawless. That's not to say the occasional unpleasantness didn't happen to us. It just never happened between us. Since we were each other's priority, any problem that arose was automatically both of ours. Threatening her happiness was a threat to mine, and vice versa. Furthermore, either of us s...
"Look at me," Roger softly ordered as Clarissa squirmed on the exam table. She was naked, except for the cum that had dried on her breasts during the car ride to the doctor's office. Her legs spread in stirrups as Dr. Franklin gently examined her. "Look at me, Clarissa," Roger said once more, and this time her eyes found his. Still she shook nervously, her...
Carter was a good friend of ours. By "ours" I mean myself and my girlfriend Lindsay, whom I have been dating for two years. Her and I just moved in together three months previous. I had known Carter for about six years, since high school. The three of us all graduated together and were now 23 years old. Ever since we moved into the new place, we'd invite...
Janet Tillman ("Tiller" to her friends) sat quietly in the shotgun seat of Engine 69, her red captain's helmet propped back from her sweat and soot-stained brow. GOD I need a shower, she thought as she stared out the door's window at the new Hooter's restaurant that had opened a month ago. A sagging, tattered banner stretched between two light poles in the...
3 I locked the door and walked to the elevator. My breasts felt out of place in my bra. I had begun to fix them by grabbing the bottom of my strapless and giving them a hefty lift. They felt great, my hands lingering lifting and squeezing. Just then the elevator opened. A smiling woman in a tank top with matching yoga pants was standing there in the center...
These confessions -- there will be a price to pay for them, somewhere down the line, I suppose. Maybe a future husband, a future employer, a future son or daughter will come across them and think differently of me, look at me in a different light, believe me to be deranged or sick. This is the kind of thing that I've been thinking since writing and submittin...