After the Ball is Over. All characters are adults. ***** Rose's costume gown was black silk tulle and sheer gray chiffon that looked like wisps of smoke against her white skin. Black, glass beads and rosettes covered the gown. Her shoes were red leather, closed-toe 3-inch heels with silver buckles fastening the ankle straps. Rose's red hair was cut in a b...
I never minded functions like these. Black tie, formal everything. My company had made some amazing Q3 gains, and so in proper hoighty toighty fashion, the board of directors had felt it warranted celebration. I didn't feel it warranted this much celebration, but as CEO, what do I know? The event was being held at one of the board members homes in the moun...
**This story is dedicated to my angel, Jason. In fact, he described the leading lady for me so he deserves part of the credit.** Sean was transfixed by Lena the first moment he saw her. He was a patron of the Voetstappen Dance Company. It was a crisp Friday night and Sean was sharply dressed in a gray suit and a deep purple button-up shirt. He found his...
Jennifer completed the entry in her punishment book and filed it. She was just a few minutes ahead of the deadline time so there was not long to wait before Master would enter the punishments that she would receive for her failings this week. Punishment books are networked so that all club members could view the books of all playthings. If they wished they...
Debbie was making breakfast for her husband and two girls when he walked downstairs with his briefcase. "Smells good!" he said as he sat down at the kitchen table. "So what are your plans for the day?" Debbie's stomach knotted up. Her pulse quickened as she tried to think of an answer. "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking of going to see a friend today. Maybe...
Valentine's Day...I hate the holidays almost as much as I hate spell check. Oh don't get me wrong; spell check is great but I would really like to finish what I am writing before I have to correct my mistakes. It's the same with the holidays. I like them but I wish it didn't include gift giving. Valentine's Day is the worst. A card just isn't enough. Candy i...
After our fun weekend away with our friends at the caravan, Fran decided she wanted to try more things, sexually. She wasn't sure what, but after being pampered all weekend by four guys she knew she needed more varied sex. Our own sex life increased, both in amount and content. She'd started letting me do things we'd never tried before. We talked a lot and d...
We both grew up on drugs, sex and rock and roll, not necessarily in that order. Although I was 19 and she was 18 when we met, we both had a lot of miles on. This was due in part to our hanging out with an older crowd. We had a lot in common politically, socially and sexually. Partying with the best drugs and sex were our two favorite diversions. My name is...
continued from "More than Just Hoops, Part 1" 7:00 PM, April 9, 2003 I could barely stand, as I looked at my lovely Lily, her lips still coated with my cum, and her cheeks bright with excitement. We had just a few minutes until we were supposed to leave for the basketball game that started at 7:30. It was my birthday celebration, and much as I'd been looki...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18; THE ACCOUNTS ARE FICTIONALIZED AND DO NOT REFLECT UPON ANY ACTUAL PERSON OF THAT PERIOD; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] [Foreword: This account reflects upon the American Civil War period. As such, 100 years before TV, Playboy, and the like, it re-counts sexual escapades, such as they were, in the Victorian...