This might be the perfect shirt: black, with just enough of a sheen to impress without overdoing it. Yes, this is it, Stephen thought, holding it up before him. This should be just right. At least he hoped. He lowered the shirt, ready to take it to the register, and if he'd held it up a moment longer he would have missed her. But he didn't. Stephen lowered...
I was once married to a woman with a great body and fantastic legs. She occasionally danced on an amateur level, which seemed to enhance the quality of her athletic, but slightly muscular legs. I love a little softness to calves. I wasn't into boobs at that point in life; otherwise her breasts might have been a slight disappointment compared to my present...
This is another in the chronicles of sclabh (Irish for slave). Sclabh is a 24 year old female police officer leading an off duty life as a submissive to Ms Brigit O'Toole. I had just finished up my last shift of my tour and had to be at Ms Brigit O'Toole's house for 6:00 PM. Ms Brigit is my Domme, a redhead, eight years my senior at age 32 and truly is a...
Getting together was the hardest part. After an hour's worth of miscommunication, we finally managed to get close enough to meet. We'd get to see each other for the first time in the lobby of the Hilton. I couldn't wait. We'd talked each other into a hormonal frenzy in anticipation of this first contact, not knowing how far we would go, but yearning to find...
The light of the full moon shines down through the trees surrounding our campsite. You have been attentive as always. All through the evening you keep sniffing my skin, burying your face in my hair and inhaling deeply. You keep stealing kisses as we set up camp. I notice you are never more than an arm length away from me. You touch me as often as you can g...
He found himself on a hot summer night in Ft. Worth, just visiting on his way to nowhere in particular. Separated from his wife, taking time off from work just to travel and see some sights before going back to mend fences and return to normality. He had been sitting in the back where the lighting was particularly dim, able to scan the entire night's events...
I was sick of posing for graduation pictures. This wasn't the real reason I had actually put on makeup and picked out my most curve-hugging maxi dress; nope, that was all because I had a feeling I would see him tonight. "Come on, Sam, can we please finish this up?" My dear friend and photographer, Samantha, was being so patient with me: "You look so beautif...
I wanted her from the first time I saw her. I had just moved to a new town with my girlfriend, Kristy, and I was finishing my training at my new job when I worked my first shift with her. She is a petite woman who knows what she wants and is not afraid to voice her opinion. She has long blond hair and piercing green eyes. She must be about 5'6" with an hourg...
Natalie Horton and I first met when we were sophomores at our high school in the San Diego suburb of Del Mar. She was a statistician for the girls' basketball team, while I was a budding star for our boys' team. We became good friends that spring, when she was a distance runner and I a high jumper for the school's track team. Natalie looked exactly like you'...
London, August 1789: A mild night descended upon the square as the carriages rounded the block and deposited the well-dressed members of the court at the front of Westminster. Three sisters of marriageable age wearing bustles of varying blue shades moved quickly toward the west wing of the palace. As they passed through the crowded room filled with party-go...