For those of You that have asked (and You know who You are!), this is fiction, as were my previous two submissions. Of course, if there is a willing (Dominant) Woman out there who would like to make it a reality... Her Return: There is a knock on the door, and I hurriedly jump up to answer it. Opening the door, I am greeted by a wondrous sight, She has ret...
I stand still. Blindfolded. Waiting. The two glasses of wine that I drank with my colleagues half an hour ago flow through my body. I feel reckless and free. Losing my sight has heightened my other senses. I listen to the laughter and music coming from the staff Christmas party down the hall; the distant sounds of clinking glasses and the pop of a cork m...
Dominic loved Dawn, would have changed places with her in a heartbeat. However, as the process of treatment began something changed. He found that he couldn't handle the physical reality of what she was experiencing and he hated himself for it. If he let his mind actualize her treatment he choked back tears and a fear he'd never felt before. He did what he c...
"The First Time, Ever I Saw Your Face" It was a song from my childhood, one from two years before you were even born. It was the first song that I remember ever explicitly talk about sex. It had a slow, pelvis-rocking rhythm, sung by a woman who really sounded like she was climaxing while singing. The first time ever I kissed your mouth I felt the earth...
Working on a new exhibit in the Hands On Museum, the people in charge have brought the two of us together. You have been brought in for your computer expertise and skill with virtual reality. I am to be the exhibit. The newest exhibition in the museum is to be on human sexuality, and a special room is being added for a special purpose. When I meet you and s...
As I walk past your bedroom door, I see you lying there...masturbating slowly, lost in your pleasure. You don't see me standing there; you don't see the hardness straining my pants as I watch you, almost hypnotically and very sensually plunging fingers deep into yourself. I quietly undress and stepping into the room, I smile at you and close the door quietly...
Rick likes to make omelets, and I like to watch him. He has a ritual: gathering the ingredients from the refrigerator, settling them in the burner of the stovetop that he won't be using, frying up the meat - bacon or sausage or ham - setting it aside and finally cutting up the vegetables. He grips the knife around its bolster - the knife's balance point - wi...
Darkness. That was all he could perceive once he started to regain his senses, a little bit at a time. Nothing but murky, thick darkness for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, a pin prick of light formed directly in front of his gaze. The beam shone intensely, as if it would drill through his skull and pierce his fuzzy brain, but it didn't stay small for...
I left her reclining in the nude on the pool chair – the cooling breeze of the evening finally pushing the oppressive desert heat back for the night. I came back with the nylon tie-downs and some other equipment. I approached her from behind and gently kissed her head while I captured her arms and raised them above her head. She just smiled as I bound her wr...
You stand at the airport, waiting for me to arrive. My heart is pounding and my palms are sweating, anxious to finally see you. When I get off the plane, I recognize the skirt and sheer top you described. I smile at you, and wrap my arms tightly around you, picking you up and twirling you around. Your lips fit perfectly against mine as we share our first kis...