Author's Note: This story is the result of a challenge I set forth in the Author's Hangout, The Kickstart Challenge. The premise being that we, as writers, always seem to have a few stories sitting around that have stagnated. We get an idea and take off pounding out words on it for a few hours and then find we're stuck. The muse takes a vacation and we just...
As they walked toward the gilt doors that opened into the room, he had a slight smile on his face and a spring in his step. Wearing smart casual clothes he felt sure he'd enjoy the lunch, way more than she would, which excited him more. She was wearing a cotton print summer dress with buttons down the front. The last 4 or 5 were undone and as she walked in h...
"Early again?" I looked up from my computer to see Laura smiling as she came in the door to the office. "This is becoming a bad habit for you!" "No doubt..." I said. "Figured I'd make up for the last three years of coming in late from oversleeping. These new sleep meds work wonders." And it was the truth. For most of my life I didn't get much sleep at n...
I had been dating Judy off and on for about a year. We had decided it was a relationship based on two things, first limited friendship and sex. I had found I could never trust her enough as a lover to have a long-term relationship with her. As far as sex went, she was a lousy lay. She gave good head, but when it came to a fuck, she wanted to lay back and...
Her nipples were hard. With every step she took, every move of her body, every bounce of her breasts, they rubbed against the inside of her bra until they were nearly raw with heat. It was her own fault. She shouldn't have been thinking of him, of those things he did to her. It all started when she woke that morning. Her breasts were aching as they often d...
"Come here" he says, barely more than a whisper. He's sitting in the chair next to our bed. I obey him because I am compelled to follow his implicit instructions. There is no forcing of the issue, not from day one. I give in to him because I want to, or more importantly, because I need to. Need... is a strong emotion. I walk to where he is sitting in the d...
Dear Shoeblossom: I want to tell you about my male master, Emil. He is Austrian, and although I am, I think a heterosexual male, not really bisexual, or maybe a bit now... But Emil is a find! Just this morning I was being tutored in how to edge without cumming. When I got close, kneeling in front of Emil, he reached down and tweaked the mousetrap on my ri...
The sun rose over the Somali nation, once the crown jewel of the Horn of Africa, bathing the dry, arid landscape in its eerie light. As was her custom, Hafiza Elmi rose with the dawn. After making her Fajr prayer, the first prayer of the day, Hafiza began to handle her duties. Even though she was not yet a mother, and her husband Rahman Elmi was traveling fa...
Chapter 8: The End of the Beginning - or En famille. Jenny heard the disturbance and answered the knocking at the front door. It was pretty tiresome, as she wanted to watch Issy perform her erotic dance but as all the servants had been given the evening off because of the frolics, there was no alternative. Standing there in a state of some agitation was To...
"You're sure," Mary asked Pidge, "you don't mind if I don't kiss you?" Pidge shook her head no. "It's Ben's present. We're both here for him. The point is that he has a good time." "Oh," said Mary. "What if he wants us to--you know?" Pidge smiled. "You politely avoid the issue by sucking his cock." Mary laughed. "Brent and I did it with Simon once but th...