I am sitting on the couch as you exit the shower. You only have a towel on and I am bare chested with black jeans and a leather belt on. I tell you to sit in the chair that is in the middle of the room. You obey. It is a standard four legged chair. Next to it you see the kitchen table empty except for an assortment of bondage instruments. Three different rop...
My wife, Houston Hot Wife, wrote about our first encounter with my best friend, Bill, on July 3, 2002, titled 'What Are Best Friends For?" She's been encouraging me to write stories from my perspective that will give many a really good hard on and maybe even more gratification! I know while writing this first of what I hope will be many reports of our real l...
My boss throws a Christmas party every year at his house. When I was a simple intern, learning the ropes under Ms. Woods, I wasn't invited. Now that I have her job, my boss can't very well exclude me, can he? Even after what we did, or should I say, I did, in his office a few weeks back? Wouldn't it look insane for his secretary not to be there? The inv...
So there she was lying naked, exhausted, feeling the coolness of the bed clothes beneath her. She was in an intimate space all her own; completely satisfied, completely loved, completely owned. The memories of how she got there played out in her mind as she gradually drifted off. ------------------------------ She was wearing her favorite pair of panties,...
"It was a favor for a friend," Arachne said dismissively, and she glanced up from the bank of computers she was furiously typing into. "I owed a favor and putting them in that night was paying it off. I wasn't pleased that they decided to entrance the audience with Regs in the club that night, which is why you won't ever be seeing them here on Mix nights aga...
She was bent over the bed and I pinned her wrists behind her back in one hand, running the other over the thin fabric of her panties. I could feel how wet she was beneath them and the little gasp that escaped her throat when my hand made contact made me smile. The sun poured through the big windows, casting her in a golden glow. She glanced over her shoulde...
Heed my warning! (I'm the author, BTW.) This is a bait and switch! Depending on your preferences-slash-proclivities (see tags), you may feel betrayed! Like I've pulled a fast one on you! WTF?! But, if you do happen to find this story even just a teensy-weensy bit fun and hot, well, who am I to judge? ; ) - CPHX * Jerry sucked in his breath as he stamped ou...
If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing 'real' was at risk, what would you do? You'd live a gigantic, bold, fun, dazzling life. You know you would. That's what the ghosts want us to do - all the exciting things they no longer can. ~Chuck Palahniuk CHAPTER 1 The clo...
Author's Note: Previously I've chosen song titles from Little Feat, Traffic, Van Morrison and Fleetwood Mac for the titles of my stories. In keeping with that trend, this one draws inspiration from a song by Ian Dury & the Blockheads. Once again, my thanks to Eclecticwoman818 for her assistance with proofreading and editing. Please be sure to vote. I write f...
Unfortunately D'nar's immediate reaction was a grin of warm admiration. He felt an adrenaline rush and the erotic buzz of blood flowing to his penis and loins as he understood how thoroughly he had been deceived. Standing in the doorway of his house, he ducked his head shyly down like some foolish boy who wants to hide his emotions. But it was very many year...