I was in New York City on vacation. After hanging out with my friends, I came in to my high-rise suite hotel room all alone and horny. I went to the bathroom to take a nice, steamy, relaxing bubble bath and pour aromatic oils in my bath. I popped in a few CDs into the CD player. Into the bubble bath I went. I closed my eyes and let the fragrant bath water ma...
Wandering the streets of New Orleans, I guess they are called rues here, I am as depressed as the hurricane beaten neighborhood through which I stroll. The ornate sarcophaguses are further reminiscent of my meaningless life. Born in an up and coming neighborhood, I abandoned the cultural expectations to strive for power and greed by embarking on a spiritual...
Hypocrisy of some men tempts me to laugh. Men go down to strip joints or juice bars hiding their hard-ons as they fork over their money to stripper dancers. They talk about wanting to fuck dancers but ask them if they'd like their wife or girlfriend to be a dancer they will start putting dancers down. That's bullshit! I'm proud to be married to a very succ...
The pool water in the shallow end came slightly above my stomach, just below my breasts. My hands were tied tight behind my back and ankles cuffed to a bar that has been weighted down, spreading my legs about half a metre apart. Master dressed me in a dark blue corset that gave a nice shape to my breasts, pushing them up and squeezing them together. My waist...
Fair warning: This is true-life, softcore kink rather than hardcore fiction, so if you're looking for that stuff you may not want to invest your time in this story. Aside from the names, it is completely true. ------- I've never worked in a peepshow, so who am I to say? But I feel kind of gypped that they've been run out of New York. There were no peep s...
They had always been in love with each other, ever since Phoebe was in seventh grade and he was in tenth. Of course, they would never say anything about it at that time; it was unacceptable for a tenth grader to date a girl in junior high school. But they both knew, and felt an odd kinship as they sometimes conversed in the hallways, because they were very m...
Nancy and Diana had just finished their second bottle of rose wine for the evening, gossiping about how their handsome teacher Nick, and all the implausible kinks he might have. In truth, neither of them had much sexual experience to begin with, but since they were a little tipsy and had nothing better to waste their time doing, this was entertaining enough....
"Are you seeking release?" She hears the words in her head. They echo her mental memory of his frantic response. "Yes." he stammers. He's just a boy, nineteen, fresh out of school, way too far out of his own league. He stares at her perfectly sculpted face. Her dark brown eyes. Her full and glistening ruby slicked lips. He wishes he could kiss her, touch...
One pile of shit after another, that all it became after a while. Life at the top is not hat it is made out to be and feels like a thousand pound of stress on your head day after day. I guess it is a lie, it never ends. The money is the only thing that keeps one going. And the husband… where do I begin? It started off great, sex like bunnies every day. Somet...
Copyright 2004 All Rights Reserved She waited for him, standing in front of the bathroom mirror adjusting her leather gloves til they fit her arms like a second skin. Every Saturday at ten o' clock, Keith arrived at his favorite pub with his friends for a quick drink and some perusing of the sports channels before heading home. Keith's life, you see, was pr...