It was nearly 7 o'clock PM, and I was running late. I had gotten held up at work, and there was no way I could tell them exactly why I had to be home by a certain time. How could I begin to tell them that my Mistress would be expecting me home at exactly seven in order to receive my night's instructions? Not only would I sound pathetic, but I would be disgra...
Welcome to the first part of Miridian. If you are here to see erotic fun time, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for the next part, which I will be submitting very soon. This is just a brief intro and part one - in which you get a feel of the main character and the world she lives in. - Introduction There are legends from the seas as old as time, yet, most n...
Ode to Love Mario and I made love yesterday. It's been a while since I've written in first person. Our ongoing affair has had its ups and downs, like any other couple. But yesterday was special...I've been through a lot of stuff in the past year and he's consistently been there for me. He has always made me feel like a Goddess in the act of making love. Whe...
Ding-dong. "Who in the world could that be this early in the morning?" Judy thought as she moved to the door. Judy's husband had left for work about a half-hour ago and the kids had gotten on the school bus just moments before. Maybe one of them had forgotten something she thought as she moved toward the door. As she open the door her jaw dropped as she was...
Ok. So now you've found someone you like online. They're cute – going by the picture at any rate and, like Goldilocks' spoon, they're not too big and not too small. You have exchanged a couple of fun, flirty messages and they seem to understand your sense of humour and appreciate it and you. Now what? Now for the run up to the big RL...That is: meeting up...
Dear Diary, I think sometimes as human beings we make things complicated when really it's the answers that are more important than the questions. I know who I am and I know what I want. If I just wanted sex, I know that toys and other people would work, my desire would fade and I could move on to the next thrill, the next taboo pleasure. However, I cr...
I had been watching you all night. I, and the rest of the male population of the bar, of course. A fairly sizable portion of the women were watching as well, some with jealousy, some with lust. Your whirling, twirling and tantalizing body had electrified the crowd. Even on such a crowded dance floor, necks were craned, fingers were pointed, ears whispered in...
This guy at work had been flirting with me for some time. Every time he could find a reason to come into my area, he would. He wasn't pushy, just real nice. He would stop by in the morning to see how I was doing and if I needed anything. Then about 11, he would stop by or call. He would do this several times in the afternoon too. After a short time, he asked...
"Please?" she begged, her hand outstretched as she cowered in the corner of her cage. Her platinum blonde curls were nearly white as they framed her pale face. Her skin was the color of alabaster and she looked like a goddess. Her body was perfection; her breasts perfect mounds, her legs long and lush. Her lips bright red trembled as she spoke. Her other arm...
I'd sort of drifted off in to my own world, wondering how Mr. Miller and I could continue once Mrs. Miller returned from New York, when I heard him call me from the bathroom. I debated on pulling a sheet around me, or even putting a shirt on, for about two seconds before rejecting either idea. I wanted Mr. Miller to see me, and to be turned on. I was past th...