For the next three days I heard nothing from Paula, which was a little unusual as we generally chatted on the phone most days. I was becoming concerned that I may have offended her and scarred our relationship, and I began kicking myself for my foolishly brazen behaviour. However late on the third I answered the phone and was relieved to hear Paula's voice,...
Without warning and I cannot identify who made the move even now, but suddenly I was dumped unceremoniously on the bed. I landed in a heap, arms and legs askew. I quickly pulled my legs together and did my best to cover my nude crotch. Nude men encircled the bed, all eyes on me, with fully erect cocks. I saw drops of precum oozing out of their cocks except f...
The house was deathly silent all the next day. Marvin did not have office hours on Friday and he spent the day puttering around the house until it came time for the one o'clock call. Sitting in the darkness of his playroom he played with his empty beer bottle and waited for the light to light on his phone. The first indication that the telephone tryst was a...
He sat back and smiled. In the hotel restaurant, by the time their main course had arrived, he could see his Marta start to reemerge and now as she swallowed down the last mouthful of her steak, he was relieved to see the colour returned to her cheeks, her shoulders relaxed and the tension dissolved from her body. They had talked about her week - the mountin...
This story has been written to challenge rather than titillate. Discussion on the Lit BDSM board has sparked the idea for this story. I hope all there see this. The author does not endorse the use of devices as described in this story. Do not try this at home! ----------------------------------- Ann looked at Gary standing gazing back defiantly at her....
"So there I was; ankles hoisted 6 feet in the air and securely strapped into the Cliterator 5000..." One voice, a woman's voice, spoke out from a circle of nine. "And, i mean, it was really giving it to me. Like, REALLY giving it to me..." All nine were sitting in chairs. One had a clipboard. "Don't get me wrong, I've had my fair share of fun..." The m...
This is a tutorial, part one, of creating compelling conversations to wow your readers, and propel your story, and dialogue. Creating realistic dialogue is an important aspect of writing. Good conversation simply does not consist of a listing of He said this, she said that, he growled, she purred, they hissed, etcetera. People do not purr, or hiss, or chir...
Chapter 01: The Wedding Night Upon the command of his father, Adi prepared to consummate his marriage to Ilyana Ivanova, daughter of a merchant trying to curry favor with his father. The Governor of Aqaba's connections with the Zuagirs assured the safety of those wanting to cross the Eastern Desert. Of course, a trader desiring to traverse the aforementione...
We landed on this hunk of iron as we do every ten years, in the night. Our plan was to be here two or three days for recon and then off before any one was the wiser. We hiked into a valley to set up our equipment and at the bottom we came across a farmhouse. As usual, Bortok was the curious one and she wanted a look at the inhabitant. She sneaked down to tak...
Apr 2 Butterflies grace me as a tingling in the pit of my tiny stomach, even before I can consciously process – downstairs from the balcony where I stand overlooking the work areas and speaking to my colleagues – the tingle graces me unexpectedly, a half second after my eyes pass over him – tall and mysterious, strong and breathtaking; dark hair and glasses...