I never used to understand it when someone would say "you're like an addiction." I didn't get how a person was like a drug -- something that felt so good, but was so very, very bad. How you could crave someone, ache for their touch, and want to cry when you are denied. I get it now. I want you, in terrible, indescribable, impossible ways. I want you to do...
This is not the first story I have written, but it is the first I have uploaded. Be gentle with me! --------- Sir is in the shower. You lie in bed, listening to the water running and imagine it running down his body, before it swirls round the drain and away. Will he be hard in the shower? You know he wakens hard every day. The temptation is too much,...
The car door slams as anise strides toward the house. The white material of her suit clings in desperation to the curvature of her hourglass waist. A grin spreads over her crimson lips as she runs through the past five years. Rising from the hell of UMD to the glamour of New York City and the comfort of six digits entering one of her many bank accounts on a...
A young woman was sitting behind the desk, looking intently at a document, and nervously clicking her pen. As I came in, she looked up at me, giving me one of those formal smiles that I hate so much. I liked that particular smile though, maybe due to the fact that a charming dimple appeared on her left cheek. She was dressed in black business suit with white...
(Note: The first part of the Sonata appeared under the title "Woman in Chains"; the second part as "The Stones of Years".) IV Naples and the Molo Beverello fell astern; the white cliffs of Capri lay ahead across a smooth, blue sea. The hydrofoil cut through the easy chop like a knife, men and women sleek and tan stood on the aft deck leaning back on teak r...
A humorous guide to understanding English terms for the discerning reader. * 'His hand lifted up her tight skirt as it skimmed up her leg over her stockings where her suspenders held them up, over the soft silken skin, and then he squeezed her voluptuous arse before coming around to cup her fanny where it lay hidden under her knickers.' For a great many r...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (4.5 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I think the tone of my voice was what made him stop and stare at me. He'd always seen me as Paul, the steadfast friend but he'd never experienced Paul, the lover. I was different as we all are once we're in the zone and I was definitely ther...
I sat at home, bored, watching some dull sports show, sprawled across the couch. So far my day had been exceedingly dull... work, break, more work, lunch, more work, head home.. nothing at home but the TV. I let out a hefty sigh, wishing my wife would hurry up and get home. At least then I could have conversation while being bored enough to start digging my...
You're sitting in my lap like a boss and his secretary. You dressed professionally in heels and a short skirt. I'm in a nice suit and tie. You're sitting across my lap, legs crossed, leaning in to kiss me. I'm sitting there running one hand up and down your back, the other along your legs trying to get under your skirt and between your legs. Then the phone...
It was Christmas Eve and Billy Marsden was having a difficult time getting to sleep. Although he was much too old to believe in Santa Clause the night still held a magical awe about it. He had ambled up to bed just after midnight leaving his mother sitting in the parlor gazing at the multicolored lights blinking on and off on the tall evergreen standing in...