My thanks to all who have given me feedback on previous stories, and who have begged and demanded more. Here it is. Thank you to my editors. I could not have done it without you! CAUTION-- this story is suspected to have put at least one of my editors in a coma. Yeah, it was too hot for him to handle. Hopefully it is hot enough for YOU! As always, I welco...
aPART I: INOCHI I peeled up my sheer black thigh high stockings and admired the black lace trim around her well-defined legs. There would be no need for additional undergarments tonight, as the dress I had selected, a skin tight but elegant dress (that few could wear), black lace with a flesh-toned lining, teasingly presenting the appearance of a naked tors...
I unloaded my truck and put most of it away. I had shut the bedroom door, so I would not awaken Sandy. Now I opened the door and quietly put the stuff away that went in the bedroom. When I finished that, I went into the bathroom and took a shower. Washing my long hair is always a treat when I get home. On the rig, there is never enough hot water to do the jo...
Amy, my gorgeous Amy, is helpless, her hands tied above her head. She follows my every movement with large, almost cartoon eyes. I step closer, a brush of clothing, my hands hovering in the dip of her waist. I hear her soft breathing as her open mouth strains toward mine, mewling for the touch of lips. Her tongue glistens, waiting to dart out and meet me....
Dear Shoeblossom, When I was in graduate school, I rented a room from a woman who was a retired dominatrix--Miss Elspeth. When Miss Elspeth discovered that I was a devotee of BDSM sites, she immediately took over my life. I left her care after getting my degree, but recently moved back to New York State and moved back in with her...I am a true submissive, t...
When I was a young man, I did some racing. Nothing fancy, just some local circle track stuff. Fact is, my brother Morty and I were peddling cars at the time. Making bucks hand over fist wiring pieces of crap back together and dumping them on the unsuspecting public. Our racing career started out when we ended up with this old 1963 Ford, it was cream colore...
I know this seems like an unlikely story, but it actually happened. In the interests of clarity, I have converted a foreign language to English. If I didn't most of you probably wouldn't be able to read half the story and I can assure you, I wouldn't be able to write it. My foreign language skills are abysmal. This story was told to me by a friend of mine (...
This is my very first submitted story as myself, I've been here for a while and seen some great authors and I want to try my hand at being exposed. While I love good criticism, bad criticism is what helps people grow with their works, now there is a difference between bad and jus fucking with me, please leave healthy criticism. Thank you. Even though it is n...
“Its after 8:30, aren’t you going to call your girlfriend?” Laura wanted to know on Thursday night. “Not tonight,” I answered, not having the heart to tell her that Huley had ignored me at school. She was not in the cafeteria when I got into line. I found a two person table and took a seat facing the serving line, thinking I would spot her when she arrived....
The conveyor belt stopped, and the break in the steady stream of peaches headed toward them allowed the women a chance to straighten up from their hunched positions. Some even took the opportunity to put down the sturdy paring knives they used to skin and prepare the passing fruit, stretching their backs with juice-stained hands placed at the bases of spine...