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Hannah had felt the soft nylons first secure her left wrist to her left knee then, without a word, the man moved quickly to secure the right wrist to her right knee. Suddenly, at thirty-two, Hannah found herself as secure as her submissive nature had ever dreamed of. Now, as the man stood up, looking over her tiny breast, his eyes feasting on the black skirt...
Recently, my wife and I were staying in a hotel in Central Pennsylvania. We were in town for a wedding. The morning of the wedding, my wife Sue arose first, bumped me slightly and said she was going to get a shower. I would go next, then we'd head down to breakfast, then off to the venue where the wedding was. The room was dark, the large heavy curtain drawn...
He went to the club a few nights later, a Tuesday night. He'd only been there a few times, always on Friday. He didn't know if Lauren would be there. She was the only reason he found himself at the club doors. He asked the bouncer if she was working tonight. The big guy nodded, and Tony paid his cover and went inside. She was dancing on the bar when he walke...
He walked in through the front door. It took him a moment to realize she was wearing black leather. Her boots were tall, and shiny, coming up past her knees. Her soft white legs were encased in fishnet, and at the juncture of her thighs, he expected to find her pussy clad in her usual skimpy lace panties. He was wrong. Between her legs was a large purple str...
It all started as sort of a joke. During one of the many long boring days I spent at home while my husband was at work, I was surfing the web and just for fun, ventured into a chat room with a guy who identified himself only as "Mike." My new "pen pal" told me that he was a young black professional and that he enjoyed playing with computers and chatting on t...
This is the second installment of what will probably be a three-part story entitled “Late-night Encounter.” I suggest you read the first part before moving on to this one…it just makes more sense that way. ***** “Oh?” I purred. “And just what do you plan to do to me?” He didn’t speak a word—just slowly slid his hands into the elastic waistband of my pale...
[Author's note: This was written while the piano-only version of Sarah McLachlan's "Possession" played on repeat. I suggest listening to this song while reading this if you'd like to get the "mood" that I had while writing it. It is truly an amazing and passionate song.] ...imagine, if you will, our first moment of touch. Imagine only the music and Sarah Mc...
She walked to work still in a daze from her early morning orgasm on the train. It left her feeling breathless, excited and ready for more. She got to her desk and tried to work, her mind kept drifting to that morning on the train. She wanted him again and again. She had never had an orgasm like it; intense, fleeting and so complete. She felt cheated, she kne...
Her lips opened and her tongue grazed mine while I pulled her even closer. I thought about how this woman’s touch ignites such raw passion in me as her tongue ran over my lower lip and she moaned. The music in the club was too loud for me to hear her moan, but I didn’t need to hear it. I could feel it. She sucked on my tongue for an instant and then I pulled...