Chapter 8: Post-match analysis Author's note: This story is complete fantasy. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, companies or inventions is purely accidental. The story will make more sense if chapters 1 to 7 are read first. ********** At five minutes past five on Sunday, Peter and Jenny were sitting comfortably in the living room of David and S...
Moonlight sifted through the trees, entered through the closed window and settled on her pillow and hair. Her Auburn locks glistened and reflected the moonbeams like a thousand strands of burgundy ribbon. Her complexion shimmered as her olive skin picked up the highlights. She squirmed in her bed as she dreamed of the events of the evening and a subtle Mona...
I am not a normal girl. Well, not normal by what anyone else's standards of normal would be. I have trouble defining myself and finding where I fit because I'm wildly kinky by some people's standards and a very tame vanilla to others. I straddle the line between submissive and dominant, between sexually adventurous and staying within limits. I don't think so...
She was sitting down having her coffee. It was warm and she felt relaxed, breathing in the first air of spring. She could see him a few tables further. He wasn't particularly handsome but he seemed quite tall and he had a certain playfulness in his smile. She smiled back and went back in her thoughts. He dropped his newspaper. As he bend down to pick it up,...
M/f, consensual, light bondage She first saw him at the gate in Denver. Absentmindedly, her gaze had settled upon him as she tried to pass the time before boarding by perusing her fellow travelers. She didn't mean to stare, but surely must have, for he felt her gaze. Folding his paper, he looked around as if seeking the source of a curious sound. His eyes...
The party invitation arrived in a non distinct manila tag envelope. Inside was just a map, a time and a date. I soon realized that the date on it was for tomorrow. But Valentine's was a week away. That didn't make sense. It must be a rehearsal appointment of some sort. I had hoped there was a contact number so someone could answer my questions, and was disap...
I've never really been into dominance and submission, and even bondage is something I've engaged with only reluctantly. I don't like handing control of my body over to someone else. The idea of wearing a chastity belt for the pleasure of some 'Master' - or 'Mistress', for that matter - and begging them to unlock the belt so that I can finally achieve a long-...
Chapter 3 - The plan backfires I climb the stairs aware of someone behind me. I try to ignore them but feel a pair of beady eyes peer up at my hips and bottom as a saunter carefully up the stairs. I try to retain my modesty by holding my skirts flat. Outside the bathroom I heave a sigh of relief as if searching for sanctuary and open the door but the perso...
“’One inch…two inches…three…uhhh…inches’ I counted aloud as he slid himself into my lubed up, sweaty derriere. My face was buried in the blue pillowcase I had pulled off of the pillow during our earlier tussling. My hands clutched tightly at the edges of the silk bedsheets, already torn off and half on the floor. Suddenly, I lost count in my little game as...
Sara came home from work late, tired and cranky. It had been a long day at the end of a long week, and her feet hurt as she kicked off her shoes at the door and slumped into her favorite chair, her briefcase dropped at her side. Jeff, her husband, saw her sitting there from the kitchen. "Rough day?" He asked. "I don't even want to talk about it." She sai...