I kept my original title of "Fun Games for Dirty Little Girls" because I liked it so much, but really these games have another common theme-they are great for "putting away" your submissive when you need to be left alone for a while. Most of them involve a little setup, then minimal involvement on the dom's part. Some of them actually involve leaving your su...
As she wanders around the shop, tidying here, straightening there, keeping an eye on the customers in case someone needs assistance or is up to something nefarious, she wonders idly whether he will visit today. She knows she probably barely registers on his radar as anything other than the helpful shopgirl, but it does no harm to go on these little flights o...
Maggie and Dannie at the Tattoo Parlor ------------------ Introduction: Maggie is my wife. She is gorgeous, short blonde hair and waaay out of my league ...she has an amazing ass that flares into her hips causing a natural sway when she walks, that makes my knees weak! She never even seems to notice that men will stop and watch her walk by just to see tha...
This story was revised to answer the two public comments, and the revision was completed on 09/20/09. * Have you ever been in a situation where you have wished for something so much so that it comes true? Or do you believe in the idea of positive thinking, and putting your hopes, wants and dreams up into the atmosphere? Well I have been a person to do ju...
Hi. I'm Joe. Up till now you've only known me through my work here, but now, after sixteen years on the site (almost to the day), I feel it's time to introduce myself to you properly. I'm just an ordinary guy really: I like to be cool in the summer, and warm in the winter. I guess I'm just unlucky: My bills would be a lot lower if it were the other way arou...
"Bridget" Ray wasn't done, though, talking about Southeast Asia, the women there. He moved from Thailand, the adventure he'd had one night, to the Philippines. This was all new to me. I'd worked with Ray ten years. He was my boss and friend, though we weren't really close. I realized I knew less about him than I'd thought. He said a friend of his, a forme...
The room is furnished rather soberly. Apart from the oak vanity and an elegantly elaborated little ebony table –flanked by two matching chairs– the only piece of furniture is a huge canopy bed. The top of which is covered in an eggshell-white colored taffeta silk, being supported by four massive sculpted pillars spiraling upwards like giant snakes. Two girl...
I was tumbling through a kaleidoscope of agony, horror and confusion, the last mostly because of the first two. The pain was abrupt and intense, before it I'd floated in an endless moment of absolute nothingness. Probably my minds attempt to protect me. I'd actually had time to wonder if I was dead and in limbo before the torture began. And God did it. My...
The shuttered apartment was so warm I didn't want to leave. The food was good, the conversation lively. The host was an American film critic, and I was young and ambitious and I wanted to get him onside so that maybe he would give me some freelance work writing about the movies. I was the last to leave, and we talked into the small hours. He was gay, but I k...
When you love an artist, sometimes you feel as if you are loving alone. The love they have for their art wells up inside of them, expands and nothing else can remain. That is what makes them what they are, extraordinary, with gifts that only God can hand out. Then there are times when the love they have for you becomes focused. It is overwhelmingly beautiful...