12 Lynn As the first isolated pinpoints below hesitantly interrupted the solid darkness that I knew was the Mojave Desert, then quickly multiplied into the million glistening lights of the Los Angles Basin, I felt the now familiar tension in my stomach, the quickening of my pulse. I had gone into the bathroom and removed my undergarments as soon as the fa...
It promised to be a hard evening. My client was a newcomer, and I always have some feelings of trepidation before meeting a new client, after all it's impossible to really analyse someone completely, over the phone, and the phone is how I get most of my clients. This one said his name was Jim, he claimed that he wanted to be my slave. He said he was experie...
I was a little nervous. I felt that we were getting too close, and I always thought you were too good for me. My past romances always ended with me betrayed, and whatever secrets, hopes, dreams, and desires I confided with, turned against me for their amusement. It's always a struggle to overcome my shyness, and the protective shell of acts, words, and sim...
Summary and Timeline: Same as Part 1. Everyone is with who they should be with. Spike has the chip though. I know, I prefer him bad too, but there is a reason for it in this series….I think. Rating: NC-17 – I’ve tried writing something else, but what’s the point? Content: Consensual B/A sex. A little domination here, a little oral there. Oh, and slight blo...
"Are you done with your plate, Keith darlin'?" "Yeah, Kammie. Thanks." Keith Winslow had pushed his plate away after finishing his bacon and eggs to watch the hummingbirds joust on a rainy August morning. Kammie Smith took the plate over to the sink to wash and rinse it before putting it in the drying rack. She came back over to the table where the cripple...
I would like to express my gratitude to HS. --- It was a quarter to four, just before I normally leave work on a Friday afternoon, when she came through the door to my office. "Hi," she said, as I looked up. "I still haven't thanked you for helping me move into my new place, and I wondered if you would like to come over for dinner some time." Anita on...
Author Note: This story is a stand alone though I may write a lactation fetish sequel. On to the Story: I was thirty when it happened. I fell in love. She was perfect. She was everything I could have ever wanted in a mate; beautiful, smart, funny. She wasn't bitter though she did have quite a temper. She was determined and goal oriented. She had a cute fa...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Please provide feedback, if you choose. All comments appreciated. * * * * * (Mistress Calista is twenty-five, has dark brown hair, green eyes, is five feet four inches tall, weighs one hundred twent...
Trisha rang me at home. "My family has a weekender by the beach. Quite remote. My parents are overseas so it will free on the holiday weekend. Are you interested in playing for a couple of days?" After our initial session we had met a few times for discrete dinners in suburbs where we were unlikely to be recognised. The nature of our relationship and our wor...
What Friends are for. "There you go; one pint of Best in a handle as always. Cheers." "Thanks Xander. Cheers mate." As Xander regained his seat in the window, he took a long draught and placed his glass on the round table in front of him. Looking across at his friend of many years, he asked, "Jacob, my dear friend, I sense you are not yourself this evenin...