Every game has its rules and ours is no exception. When we play, three glowing buttons appear before me suspended in the darkness of my mind's eye. One is yellow, one is red, and one of them pulses with white light. They are connected to a language that I share only with you. Your first gift to me was these words, which you instructed me to use as often as...
My friends and I used our local public library to do our homework when we were studying for our A-levels back in the 70's before the internet, it was our solution to being able to share ideas and help each other get the best results we could. Our local library was not very big, only open till 9 pm with 2 or 3 staff on duty week-day evenings when we mostly...
Jacqueline looked at the information board for the seventh time in one minute and made a noise of disgust. Her flight had been moved another half an hour back. She tried to relax in the uncomfortable chair. "Relax! You can't make the flight get here any sooner by flashing angry eyes at the board. Just chill!" She looked at the stranger who had just taken...
After being married for sixteen years, one gets to know their partner rather well. Even in a marriage as fantastic as ours, sometimes things go off course. Lately I had begun to sense that my husband Max wasn't feeling fully satisfied. Although nothing had changed in our day to day life, our interactions in the bedroom could be categorized as less than stell...
A few hours later, Pat woke up and saw that Sharron was still there and still asleep. Gently, she placed her hand on Sharron’s belly. Softly stroking up and down, gradually lowering her touch towards the sweet honey pot that she had feasted on earlier. As she reached her destination, Sharron moaned in her sleep, and moved her legs further apart. Pat gently s...
Note: This story is the third episode in a short series entitled "Louis Makes a Decision". If you have not read the previous two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories I strongly r...
That night, Jill arrived home later than usual as one of her daughters remembered a last minute project that called for posterboards and other arts and craft items. Obviously most of the students in the area had similar assignments as the school supplies shelves in most stores were bare and it wasn't until the 6th store that she finished finding the requisit...
My fingers trace the rim of my martini as I wait for you. We have been meeting here for weeks and you have never been late. As I cross my legs, the barstool I am sitting on swivels so that I can see the door when you walk through, but you are not there. I am conscious not to give the illusion that I am waiting for someone, but the black leather boots and min...
I thought waiting to meet my wife for lunch had been painful enough, but having to wait until clocking off time was almost unbearable. The whole journey home was just a blur, as I was playing scenarios of what lay in store for me when I arrived home over and over in my mind. Finally I was home and pinned on the front door was a note, Matt x. written in my w...
My name is Alex and I’m an average-looking guy in my mid-thirties. My wife, Liz, and I live in a small town of a few thousand people in the southern US. My wife is a pretty girl ten years younger then me. We’ve never had any kids, so Liz has stayed youthful-looking and trim. I would never describe her body as awesome, but her body curves in and out at all th...