The last summer of high school, I spent most afternoons in my bedroom watching our next door neighbor, Mrs. Bradley, sunbathing by her pool. Mrs Bradley was a sexy divorcee in her forties and I was in love with her body. She was tan and dark haired with a superior air and a sophisticated look, but you could tell she'd be a great fuck. She had a strutting c...
She really loved the way he writhed -- his tightly bound body displaying a sheen of perspiration as it was stretched and opened wide for her pleasure. It was only 2 hours ago when she had bound him tightly to the frame. This piece of equipment was her favorite because it was swivel mounted and could be tilted to any position. She enjoyed the access the appar...
The rhythm of the dance club calls out to me as I step from the car on my lover's arm. My body sways sensuously to the beat of the drum and the music. He leads me past the doors and onto the floor. Our favorite song echoes in our ears. My arms reach out and encircle his neck: we are one as we surrender to the strands. A cool rush of air tingles my arm and I...
Fact or Fantasy? I'm going to leave that to your imagination. But please let me know if you enjoy the story. With enough positive feedback, I'll post further more about the weeks adventures! _________________________________________________ You'll need to read part I for the details of how I got to this point. Just to bring you up to speed, my best friend...
I needed a small break from a couple of other projects and this short flash story came to mind. There is no sex but I hope you enjoy the read anyway. Copyright (c) 2013 Terry could hardly contain her glee; it had taken months of scheming and maneuvering. She had plotted, connived, and conspired; she had twisted the facts and stretched the bounds of her...
This chapter will not make a whit of sense if you have not been following the story. The Sacred Band chapter eighteen Epilogue. told by Laura. Well of course we had a party to celebrate our freedom from Rotkoff, and every now and again from then 'til now we have got together at the Mardi Gras Roadhouse for an evening of reminiscence and remembrance. Ou...
Exhausted and sleepy-eyed laying in the crook of his arm feels almost as heavenly as making love with him. My skin is still tingly from his touch I feel nearly intoxicated having consumed him so deeply. The night air taunting my bare flesh with little reminders. The smell of passion lingering on our bodies and the damp skin leaving pools of sweat in the curv...
"Thou hast obeyed the law. But mark well, when thou receivest good, so equally art bound to return." --Book of Witchcraft, Author Unknown, Year Unknown. Angel opened the front door of The Marauder's Bookstore, and stepped out into the bright afternoon. The summer sun warmed her rich, dark skin as she made her way down the sparsely-shaded sidewalk, her wais...
Alice was laying face down on the lounge chair enjoying the quiet afternoon tanning session when he came out. He walked over and began to apply sunscreen to her back. She was sunbathing nude for the first time and thoroughly enjoying the new sensation. He worked the sunscreen into her back and began giving her a much needed massage. Slowly working the knots...
We're on the train, and you're kissing me. I can't think. I don't care. All the ways you've hurt me are irrelevant in the face of so much desire. I want to fuck you right here. You want me too, I can feel it. Your hands are desperate to touch everything they think they can get away with. And I let you, because I don't want to stop you. Not even a little. I'm...