VI "Yes ma'am, I want you, I need you, I want to please you before you allow me to come deep inside your wonderful places." Even Janet was stunned at his response, he was either playing the game with alacrity, or he was totally in her control. She wanted to see how far she could make him go before this night was through. She knew that she wanted to feel b...
I think Father must have despaired of ever finding husbands for all of us. Eight daughters and neither son nor wife! I was already eighteen and still there were four unwed sisters before me. I could hardly wait for it to be my turn! He tried his best to take care of us, but fitting nine into a house built for four was no easy nor comfortable task. Things wou...
Dear Dirty Diary, I woke up the following Saturday morning with a terribly stiff back. Doug and Louise were already working on the enclosure for the hot tub we all missed so much. Since neither of my lovers was around to soothe my aching muscles, I had to look after myself. I stretched and limbered up without much success, so I took a hot shower then return...
She was a young woman, still but a girl. She felt very young as she stood, waiting to experience something the thought of which quickened her heart and moistened her woman's core. This was her first time. A solo test that, if she passed, would allow her to join that elite group of women at the Palace. The Choir. Many tried. Few passed. She did not fully und...
"Mr. Stewart?" I turned to see a well dressed man holding a fresh drink in his hand leaving the bar. He smiled to me and we shook hands. "Please to meet you Mr. Wood." I said then followed him towards the back of the quaint club. It was a private affair, quiet and anonymous. Cherry wood furniture matched the dark browns and red crushed velvet cushions. I w...
Chet was where he was nearly every Wednesday, enjoying draft ale during happy hour awaiting his nearly lifelong friend Mark. The pair had taken disparate paths from their high school and college days but their ritualistic Wednesdays at the Tufted Duck persevered and had become an important part of the week for both men even beyond its basic intent of allowin...
I hear him gasp as I push him back onto the big king-size bed. He watches me from under lowered lashes as I straddle his naked body. His hair is a tousled, dusky blond, sexy mess. His eyes, although half closed at present, are blue, the kind of eyes you can look into for hours. His lips are red, full, and soft. His skin is tanned and smooth. His chest is...
Like virtually every other rational adult on the planet, I had always assumed Santa Claus, and his workshop at the North Pole was a silly, fictional construct intended to gently encourage kids to be good and adding a little mystery to the otherwise decidedly commercial holiday. Like many myths, however, there were a few kernels of hard truths tucked away, bu...
Chapter III: The Streets Dawn Friday. The Lisa emerging from the elevator and opening her apartment door wore the same gold minidress and matching shoes, the same lurid makeup as the one who'd left the building at ten the evening before. But she wasn't the same, at least in her own mind. She'd done too many things in the intervening eight hours that could...
"I like the way you were excited when you opened your email and saw this message. I like that you have probably already checked it today, maybe more than once, expecting something from me. And I want you to tell me that. Because I think not being able to stop thinking about it is very exciting, for you. And for me. Mister" Her stomach flipped with a st...