It wasn't Valentine's Day. Having made this annual assignation on that day would have been too much, would have suggested that this strange thing we had was and forever would be the most significant romantic event of the calendar. For me, it was, but it might not always be that way. For the man, I had no idea. That was how I referred to him: the man. I had...
This story was written by me for a lovely Canadian lady to give as a gift to her lover. The story is based on their real life relationship. * The day started out with a blustery snowstorm coming in from the North. Living in Canada this was a natural occurrence for late December, but this one was not your typical winter snowfall. Six inches of the wintry fl...
The Bridge of Thighs: Naked and Voluptuous in Venice by Buck_Maelstrom, M.D. and Miss Manners with a Whip Mia glanced down her shapely legs at her espresso kid leather t-straps with three-inch heels and wondered if they were the most practical choice for wandering through the streets of Venice. With delicate steps, she traversed the uneven stones of Ca...
(Thank you to Firebrain for her judicious comments: the scars will heal in time.x) Marianne had a problem: in fact, several inter-related problems. She was still getting used to the idea of being married to Pierre. He had swept her off her feet, and being essentially a down-to-earth, well-organised sort of person, she felt uncomfortable about this, though...
I have received lots of interesting E-Mails from readers of "My Day of Roses" stories. One, however, from a guy named George sent from Kavala Greece was especially captivating. It looked like a form message advertising himself. Out of curiosity I answered his email and was intrigued and excited by what he said to me in follow up letters. His letters were hon...
Three weeks had passed since my first meeting with Ginger. During that time we chatted online on several occasions. Our chats were never too long as Ginger never seemed to be one to indulge in endless conversations. We had agreed to meet again on her next half day which was always on Thursdays. When Thursday arrived my mind constantly wandered to thoughts...
Those that have never taken the time to get to know him, think of Griffin Connors as an eccentric old man. At fifty years old, he is still a very striking man. He is five foot ten, and weighs around one hundred eighty-five pounds. He has steel blue piercing eyes, that most fail to see are full of warmth. One only has to look beyond the full beard and moustac...
"Dom searching for his Sub" was the headline and the ad itself just as swift. "If you think you might be the one, interested and would like to learn more, send me a message." There was no name, email address or a description of him, only a box to type in your reply and send it off into cyberspace in hopes that they would receive it. It began with simple cl...
A few months ago, I had my friend Alex over to help me break in a couple of slaves. He is a big, sensual Dom who, although he can be very rough, can also be very gentle. As we enjoyed our slut-girls, he made it somewhat clear that he wanted to use me as a sub sometime. I felt strangely drawn to him and couldn't stop thinking about his offer. He really tu...
Minabi has been somewhat absent from the club lately, only wandering in to head to their room, grab a drink and some food, then heading right back out. Sia wanted their target to be her mistress, and Minabi seemed quite dedicated to setting things up for that. Today, not for the first time, her scantily clad purple ass is sticking up out of the top of her St...