Chapter 1: Memory Lane "I'd punch two clowns and kick a mime for a freaking drink right now," Shawn groaned. "I know. You've said this twice now baby, but we are almost there," consoled Vanessa, giving her man a sympathetic smile. The muggy summer night was uncomfortable and oppressive even with the top down on her skimmer. Even the wind was hot on their...
This is the first in a series of true stories about a Dom/sub relationship I had with Kitten. I will tell my side of the story, and she will tell you the story as she lived it. This story is true. ***** A few years ago, I had a 19 year old Sub. I always said I would never date anyone younger than my children, who are in their 40's. Then I met Kitten, a na...
In my gap year, between college and University, I stayed in India with my sister and her new husband. They'd married in the summer and I joined them, traveling alone, in the September. They lived alone in Agra, in a sixth floor flat with a view of the Yamuna River. On my third night I was sitting up in bed, struggling to sleep - jet-lagged, the dogs barkin...
It's another cold night in the Windy City as Sharon leaves her job as a dancer at the Titty Lounge. Tonight was a better than average night for the young ebony teen (having just turned nineteen the month before). In her backpack-like purse she has well over $300 dollars in profits. "Not bad for an eight hour shift,"she thinks as she waits in the plastic cha...
I should have known that he was up to something when I saw him wearing a long rain-coat on a hot humid afternoon. Sure, it had rained earlier in the day and it was still cloudy, but it definitely didn't look like it was going to rain again. He probably prefers wearing it to carrying it, I thought to myself. He was tall, 6'3" or 6'4" and well built. He had a...
Nearly two years ago I took the overland train from London Bridge to Charing Cross to meet a married friend with whom I was having an on/off fling. It was a very hot, sunny late-afternoon, and I managed to grab one of the few remaining seats in the packed carriage. It was in the middle of a row, and opposite and just to my right was a pretty, petite, black-h...
Arlot is an Indo-Australian art community started in the early 80's by a group of people migrated from India to Australia. Native Australians, second and third generation Indian immigrants are an integral part of this community. Arlot has become more of a sub-culture in the southern part of Western Australia where this community functions. It is an invite-on...
Since man was able to think there existed the dark psyche, part of our subconscious that we suppress in our rational thinking, and only touch upon when we surrender ourselves to our physical desires. Freud called this side of us our Ego's, we are a race of sexual beings who only now have begun to realise our full selves. Many of us share the same dark fantas...
My wife Lisa and I had been married for 3 years, had been married with me knowing the whole time that as inventive and open as she was sexually, that there was even more in there, struggling to get out. To help your imagination, Lisa was 33 when this took place, was 5'5, a curvy 150 with long brown hair and equally brown eyes. Her hips led to a smaller wais...
"Are you ready?" Veronica smiled over her desk at Desirée. "I guess so," the teen answered slowly, rotating her wrist to relieve her writer's cramp. The two women were sitting together in Veronica's office, looking out over the darkened street. The clock radio on the side table blinked 10:45. "It's all right if you are nervous." Veronica turned off her co...