After rolling over, he turned toward me slightly, one elbow crooked to carry his weight as his eyes scanned mine as if he was wondering what might happen next. "Gladly," he said, reaching for me, but I only pulled away, knowing that one single touch from his hands would ignite a fire I couldn't help but drown in. "No, Zackary...no..." pushing his hands awa...
The pavement was rough, the concrete of the walkway before the door was more-so. Her hands and knees gained many a small scrape that were unnoticed as her focus remained on the door ahead, and the hand that held the tether of her leash. He opened the door, pulled her through it, and continued in, allowing the door to close itself behind them. The bedroom was...
I walked back into the living room with two espressos. Tatiana was sitting opposite our visitor; her legs pressed together demurely, her hands clasped in her lap and her head slightly bowed. I placed the coffees on the low table at the side of the leather armchair. 'Thank you.' Our visitor picked up her coffee in a leather-gloved hand and sipped it. I sat...
It's been over a year since I have contributed a story, due mostly to a career change and returning to college after nearly 25 years. I have been scribbling little outlines and scenarios the whole time, though. These two pieces were originally little mash notes I sent to my wife, scenarios of things we have discussed, would like to try or just dream about. W...
I've reached a point in my life where I accept myself. I'll admit, it took longer than I had thought it would, though not as long as I had feared it may.. I step out of the shower, little rivulets of water traveling idly across my skin, and gaze into the mirror. My pale skin is still a little pink from the water pummeling me for the last fifteen minutes, ros...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
You will never believe what I did today, because if I hadn’t been there I wouldn’t even believe it. Well I went to go get my bi-weekly leg and bikini waxing at the spa but instead of my usual I had a new boy-Isaac and fuck me was he gorgeous. He was about 6’1 with blonde hair and hazel eyes, a distinctly chiseled face with nice teeth, he also had a very pron...
It was dark when she drove up to the gates of the Majestic. For some unknown reason, they were wide open. Arna's Wrangler lurched up the ramp and clattered to a stop. She cut the engine, jumped out. The air was still and balmy in the manner preceding a storm. She saw Marque's classic T-bird silently sitting in the lot with its headlights on. She clopped up...
All the while my thoughts tell me no, I'm not going to do this. Yet at the same time, like a helpless insect drawn to the glowing light of a bug zapper, I continue my trek to her. My first time meeting someone I'd only communicated with previously on line, I follow her instructions and with nervous anticipation wait in the room in for her arrival. My mind...
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had fucked up again. I had promised her I would be there for her opening at the art gallery. She is an artist and this was her big moment. Her parents and all her friends were there. Everyone except for me. I knew I wouldn't be able to talk my way out of this one but I had to try. She was the love of my life and I didn't want to live if l...