Chapter 3. Decompression Jenny smiled as she took Ludlow’s hand and led him out of the parlour, across the passageway to a larger room, this one done in more modern style and featuring a large, flat-screen TV and an overstuffed sofa. The room was dark, the only light entered through the door, which was slightly ajar. “Let me help you with your jacket,” she...
We return to my flat after what was a night filled with laughter and innuendo, subtle flirtations and longing looks of unrealized passion. We each wanted to touch the other more, but have settled for those brief brushes that could be accidents and the friendly contact that may exist between any two people in public. You have been a gentleman and I, a lady....
I walk into the airport trying to stay calm with a lump of fear and excitement in my chest. I casually stroll across the arrivals lounge and take a seat near the big doors through which my future will soon be arriving. I quickly check the flight on the big screen and see that it landed half an hour ago, perfect timing for Him to be clearing customs shortly....
Before she died, Gwen led a pretty thorough safari through the dim corners of her sexuality. The wasting disease she was suffering through forced her into a physically passive role, but her loving husband surrendered to her still dominant will. It was a gift, letting the weight of every frustration and indignity fall on him, a gift they both enjoyed and cher...
In the darkness I could hear the churning of gears, the oiled wheels of arcane machines slowly grinding in awful revolutions that churned through the nightmare. Behind me was the horrible dark red glow but I could not turn for the lurid green light that had begun as a spark before me was growing in intensity and try as I might, I couldn't tear my eyes from i...
I had placed the ad seeking a Dominant to train me, mostly out of desire for e-mails to feed my submissive fantasies. I never really planned on meeting any of the people who e-mailed me for encounters. I generally had bad feelings about the people who placed ads seeking sexual encounters and thought it probably wasn't a healthy thing to get involved with. Wh...
The first time Alex tasted James there was nothing sexual about it at all. "No, no, no! That phrase is supposed to flow through the notes. Make the line sing. Look, like this." At that, James took the clarinet from Alex and began to play the principal theme from the slow movement. She could hear the difference clearly. As he played, the notes stopped being...
Her eyes tried searching Jake's face. She wanted some sort of sign to figure out what was going to happen next. However, the rising tide of an orgasm was coming close. Jake had not stopped stroking her clit. He raised one hand and wrapped it into her hair. His gentle pulling forced Alex to arch her back. "Keep your eyes on me," Jake said as his fingers kept...
I knowingly admit I am a sex addict. I like to be fucked and used over and over again. Having someone own me, to use me whenever they want to makes me feel that my nymphomaniac ways are of some use. I have always dreamed of being a whore. A hooker standing at the corner waiting for a man to pick her. To think she is good enough to fuck. I would write about i...
After our initial encounter I knew waiting for our next time together would be tough. I had admired this woman for years and now that I had had a taste of her, I couldn't get enough. I knew that she needed to ease in to things, so I resolved to take it slow. And despite the fact that she repeatedly told me that she couldn't get enough, I was concerned about...