Again Julie found herself grateful to be back at work on Monday. The weekend wasn't as bad as the one before. The sex Friday night seemed to be enough for Gary, so Julie didn't need to choose between making excuses or faking another orgasm. But being around Gary was difficult now. Lies, after all, take a toll on a person who isn't accustomed to telling them....
THE BEGINNING: Tessa sat in the booth at Miller's Pub alone. Gage sat at the end of the bar watching her. He had seen her in here many times but she was always alone. No one ever came and joined her yet she always sat in the same big booth. She always seemed that she was waiting for someone. Not really anyone in particular just someone to notice her silentl...
Lady Helene slipped quietly into the room as he lifted his arms to place his hands behind his neck. She stood there looking covetously at Her pet, smiling to see his complete submissiveness. His nicely toned body rippled as She saw him shiver and a wave of excitement past through Her. He was beautiful and masculine and all Hers. She heard him whimper and s...
*This may or may not be fiction, but all characters, real or imagined, are a part of a balanced breakfast... or completely consensual and of proper adult age. I always get those two confused...* * "Please, Tom?" she cooed. "Fine. We'll pull over somewhere." He replied, a smile on his lips. Tom was a young man of 20, third year in college. While a shy a...
Things had never gone well between them, she never gave him the attention he wanted always turning the cold shoulder to him. And he never gave her the sex she so desired from the relationship. He had finally come round to get the last of his things before moving out of her place, this is the last chance for both of them to get everything off their minds. "H...
It's a warm summer evening, the sun just setting, creating a warm pink light that fills the windows throughout the house. I'm standing in the kitchen, making myself a snack. I feel you walk up behind me, but pretend to not hear your quiet steps. You stand behind me, and I feel your hot breath on my neck. "Where have you been?" you whisper in my ear....
This is a transcript of a conversation between my wife's best friend, Jackie and myself. As Jackie wants this published; here it is. I am conscious that all my previous entries have not been well received; so to save people having to read any earlier parts, here is a brief synopsis: I got fired from my job with all the ensuing depression and insecuritie...
Sometimes, I have too much fun. Is that wrong? I don't think so. My name is Christine Joan Armand and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day I am a real estate agent. I'm quite good at what I do. I'm the CEO of Armand & Dale Realtors, a fast-growin...
"How fucking dare you!!" she cried out as she raised the whip to flog him repeatedly. "You know you are not permitted to touch My cock at any time without permission!" The beautiful male slave cowered as the whip made contact with his tight naked ass, leaving yet another angry red welt. His ass was red, inflamed and criss-crossed with the marks of the stingi...
I watched my wife Sally as she emerged from the shower. Droplets of water glistened on her large breasts and fell from her short blonde hair. As she raised her arms to towel off her hair, I got a full view of her body. Like a sculpture by Rubens, she has strong calves and full thighs. She has a slightly rounded belly above the "v" of flesh that points to her...