For my muse, Mrs. Tempinsanity After our brief encounter in the men's room, I thought about you often. My memories focused on the silkiness of your pussy lips, the way you responded to my touch, the way you thrust yourself downward on my cock. Oh, to see you again.! But perhaps it was not to be. I went back to the same bar several times over the following w...
Miss Price had worked at the office for about four weeks now and was slowly getting used to the strange hours. She was a qualified secretary and had taken the job after being made redundant from her last position. The hours were unsociable but the pay was exceptional for the amount of work she had to do. It was 7pm and she was just getting ready for her la...
After a long day at the office of men smacking my ass, talking to me as if I lacked intelligence and taking a pay cut so the CEO and his buddies could hit the bars after work, I was so looking forward to getting home to relax. My two inch heels were killing me, it was hot, which the nylons did not help any and traffic was horrible. Some idiot zipped past me,...
I'm an idiot, I thought for one more time when the plane bumped on the tarmac. I don't like to fly anyway. Why can't I settle once and for all? I extracted my long legs from under the seat in front of me hearing clearly the cracking sound emanating from my knees. I got my computer bag from the overhead compartment and helped the old lady at my side that spe...
Author's Note: I wrote this several years ago for a friend. She features in this particular story. ;) =============== The knock on the door comes unexpectedly. I put down my book and slide off the bed to see who would be knocking on my bedroom door. I open the door and she pushes me forcibly inside the room. I'm completely speechless; rendered so by her...
[Author's note: This was written while the piano-only version of Sarah McLachlan's "Possession" played on repeat. I suggest listening to this song while reading this if you'd like to get the "mood" that I had while writing it. It is truly an amazing and passionate song.] ...imagine, if you will, our first moment of touch. Imagine only the music and Sarah Mc...
Acknowlegement This story was inspired by Philippa Gregory's fine novel -- The White Queen. Apologies for my taking such scandalous liberties with the story line. .................. My name is Elizabeth Woodville. I am a widow of less than 30 years old. My late husband, Sir John Grey, Baron Rivers was killed at the Battle of St Albans. My lands and house...
"Hey wait up!" Mark called to Alexis as she walked to her car one night. Alexis turned and smiled, although not as widely as she wanted to. She really liked Mark but would never dare to let him know. She was in a long term yet dead-end relationship, one which she couldn't bear to end, simply because she didn't want to hurt her fiance. She was old fashioned,...
Chapter 01: The Elevator Ride Vickie strode with purpose across the parking lot heading toward the bright lights which illuminated the entrance. 'What have I gotten myself into?' she laughed at herself. The ride that had brought her here was now but a distant dream as the warm summer breeze lightly caressed her naked skin. Walking under the overhang she w...
Sir turned away and spoke towards justine this time, "And i don't appreciate My seasoned slave being so willingly apart of this adventure, so whatever punishment befalls My submissive will tenfold land on My slave...in due time." Snapping His head back to sabrina, there was a glint of humor in Sir's eyes as He added, "maybe a fitting punishment would be an...