My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the Camry's steering wheel. Today I was finally going to do it. I had arranged for a day off from work. There would be no time constraints, no lunch hour pressure. The boredom I had felt with Mark, and the fear that it might be bad news for the relationship, was compelling me to try something new. It took nerve to call...
Two magnificent breasts, one of them half-covered by the blanket, the other proudly presenting itself to him, almost begging for his attention. Large and firm with dark-tanned skin and almost no sag at all. That was the first James noticed when he tip-toed into Andrea's bedroom Sunday morning, long before either of them would normally be awake. The nipple h...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don't like in the story somewhere. I would like to point out that my editors do not necessarily agree with my interpretation of the characters or t...
“Damn!” Caroline thought to herself, as she stepped into the taxi. It certainly had not been ‘the plan’ to conclude her night out with Oliver by putting him to bed, in a state of hopeless inebriation. Bed had certainly been on Caroline’s agenda. After the last couple of weeks at Grey Gables, what she needed most in the world was a leisurely dinner and roman...
Lauren Oxley / March 18, 1986, 5:12 p.m. "Hi, Lauren. It's good to see you again." "Good to see you, too, David." "It's been a while. Hasn't it? Almost a year." "Yes, I suppose so. I've been really busy." "That's good, I guess." He stops abruptly, then, as if to fill up the silence: "That's good." I look up at him over my coffee. "I'm sorry I hav...
"What about you? What will you do if he does divorce you?" She looked at me as though surprised at the change of direction. "Oh, I'll be alright, I suppose. I signed a pre-nup, you know." I should have known that, she was his third wife and he is obviously no fool regarding his money. "Oh, that's probably too bad, huh?" "No, not really. He took pretty go...
As we began packing up my grandfather's things after the funeral I looked at his old bottle collection on the top of the mantle over the fire. For years he had collected all the obscure glass bottles from soft drinks and beers from around the country and world when he travelled. Some went back as far as WWII and while most would see them as junk I saw them a...
Chapter 4 -- In the Flesh Virginity can be lost by a thought. -St. Jerome Scratch's searching hand finally climbed her leg and began to worry at the tight knot that Catherine had wrapped her thighs into. After a few moments of trying to get in, he stopped bruising and raising the skin on her neck to murmur, "Open." Catherine's thighs parted, and Scratch...
I've always dreamed about being truly helpless and vulnerable. This time I truly was. My husband and I often indulge in submissive adventures. He shares me with his friends, and sometimes strangers, and likes to expose me in public places. I love him very much but it is humiliating to be used by others while my husband watches (and often participates). It a...