CHAPTER FOURTEEN: DYNAMO KIEV v CHELSEA The thirty year old Ukranian international footballer watched transfixed as Lydia Keith removed her tight tweed skirt, and watched as its silk lining slid over her sheer stockings to her ankles. He puffed deeply on his cigar as he watched her perched on the end of the bed. The merino wool polo neck clung tightly to h...
The feast Mistress Nancy daintily raises one finger slightly. Both Elisha and I jump to attend Her. She ignores us, leans toward Mistress Carolyn, half whispering in Her ear. "What are you going to have darling?" She coos sweetly to Her lover "I haven't decided yet myself," She says while caressing Carolyn's forearm. Mistress Carolyn smiles, turns and lays...
After her initial shocked look, my mother did not scream, cry, faint, or do anything else that I might have expected. Instead she sat there for a few minutes, a bemused smile slowly emerging from her mouth. I took another drag, centering the cigar in my teeth, and tried to imagine what would be coming next. "Really Joanne . . . cigars? You want to smoke cig...
Copyright December 2012 Author's Note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. * The café had a low ceiling and a small cinema near the front. The bar was on the left as you walked in on which stood a variety of imported beer bottles. Two men with beards sat at a table near the bar, cross-legged, smoking. Soft jazz m...
Bob Randall walked across the damp grass wearing heavy boots and a waterproof poncho. It was early evening, and if he timed it right, the sun should be going down by the time he arrived at his post to spy on the subject of his latest job. A few days ago, a wealthy couple had come into his office, had the obligatory cup of coffee, and gotten more or less righ...
Five crisp one hundred dollar bills rest on the faded brown surface of the hotel bedside table. ** It's always the same with Billy. A little over an hour, and few, if any, words are spoken. It's sixteen steps from the elevator to the room, room 214, his favorite room because he's superstitious like that. He leaves the deadbolt open so the door doesn't shu...
This older true story is from 2003, but thought I'd post it anyway... This story is 100% true. I met my first Mistress online at a BDSM board about 2 months ago. She lives in the same city as I work. One of the best things I love about her is that when she cums, she squirts, and I mean a lot. She also has already started whoring me out to other women(one s...
I took the stairs back down to my office, and found a long cord hidden in the back of our poorly organized stock room. I stopped by my boss's office on the way back out. "Sam," I declared, walking into his office. "I owe you big time. BIG. TIME." Sam laughed as he finished packing up his things. "Yeah, I just knew you had to meet Jenny when she got in. Sh...
(Author's note. This is a puzzle. If you can't figure out who it's about it won't make a lot of sense. I'll post an explanation in feedback in a few days if nobody else does.) April 3rd, 1968 The room is quite without character. It's clean, though not clinically so. It's tidy, but it's hard to arrange one table, one ashtray and two chairs in an untidy mann...
At sixteen degrees below, January 17th had begun as the coldest Denver day so far that year. At five fifty in the morning Joshua Aton should have well been on his way to work. But standing in front of the ancient, gas furnace mounted on the wall of his second floor apartment, he sipped at his coffee, staring unenthused out of his window at the still-dark, a...