She watched him from the kitchen as she prepared a pitcher of martinis for all of them. He did not have traditional good looks but he was appealing, especially to her. He flirted with her constantly and although she knew it was all in good fun, she could not help but be turned on by him. He had this confidence about him that she found so incredibly sexy. He...
The voice had not returned. It had been months, and since your strange encounter in the restaurant, the voice had remained stubbornly silent, refusing to reveal itself again. At first, you waited eagerly for it, expecting more, almost delirious with desire, but as days became weeks and nothing happened, your memories of that magical night of lust began to d...
One day, as if she had telepathically read my disquietude, my mother called and imparted rather unsettling news. I had been sitting on the couch with Stefan, watching mindless television while he gave me a toe-curling back massage. Just as the session was taking a more interesting turn, the telephone rang shrilly in its cradle. Stefan ignored it, continuin...
"So how long have you been working with Charles?" Stefan asked me, leaning toward me across the table. We were tucked into a booth at the back of a small Italian restaurant a few blocks from the university. I had never managed to get a table in this place before, and was vaguely amused at the way he had charmed the hostess into placing us at a table without...
Before long on the freeway Des noticed a small town turnoff that indicated a moderate sized community with a licensed restaurant beside a lake on a picturesque advertising billboard that we had seen just a short while ago at the side of the freeway. He felt it was time for lunch, as our morning spent flashing and making love had drained our energy and beside...
You're feeling a little tense today. Here, let me give you a massage. I'll spread a blanket out on the floor for you. Those clothes might get in the way though. Take off at least your top. Don't worry, you won't get cold. Lie down on your stomach. That's it, just rest your head on your hands, close your eyes and relax. Think of nothing but my hands and yo...
In the gloom of the club she knelt beside him, leaning into his leg, comforted by his hand playing with the strands of her hair or tracing the curve of her shoulder. Around them music and lights pulsed and moved. People talked, danced, laughed and enjoyed themselves. But she was quiet, still, lost in her own world yet acutely conscious of her Master sitting...
"Left you by the house of fun Don't know why I didn't come Don't know why I didn't come When I saw the break of day Wished that I could fly away 'Stead of kneeling in the sand Catching teardrops in my hand.." "What're you thinking about again?" I looked up from the CD in my hand at the brunette in front of me, her arms crossed and a slight knowing smil...
It was every Autumn of her life that Ivory and the rest of her clan made the same trek south. Every Spring she returned the same way. She reasoned that the journey would seem less arduous as each year came by, but this year the wind was colder, the snow heavier and the ground more treacherous. Ivory wondered whether the migration only seemed worse because it...
This is a follow on from my previous story 'White Collar Love' but it isn't a requirement that you read that story first to read this one! I'm new to writing hetero scenes so hope you enjoy! ***** Jenny had worked for Tim for over a year and while she knew he eye fucked her more or less every morning, he had yet to make an advance and she was okay with tha...