This piece is adapted from an older piece I wrote. The scenes start in my hometown, Reno than move to Carson City which are both in Nevada. Suzie's and Red's are both real places, the last time I checked, too. My love of Dodge's Sundances and Shadows are also apparent in this story. This is definitely not one of my normal stories. It has a very realistic sit...
"Ah, that sucks," said Tom, hanging up the telephone in Angelina's kitchen. "What's wrong?" asked Angelina, clearing the last of the lunch dishes from the table. "A friend of mine left a message on my answering machine saying he can't go to the Giants game with me this afternoon. All my other football buddies are out of town, so now I've got no one to go w...
Chapter 2: All ugly thoughts are gone, I'm sure we'll all be friends I was relaxing in the hot water, flashes of the past night coming back to mind. I gave up on finding out who Angel was, a lot of women had crossed my mind but there were simply too many that could fit with the images I had. At least I managed to wash away her smell off my fingers and face....
Sydian~For the Sensual For the sensual, description is everything. The collar. The collar is custom-made; one of two; her request. This particular one matches the corset. The corset—the "bustier." The collar. Literally, no choker here. She is disciplined. Her collars merely evoke ownership. She belongs. She is well kept; and kept well. Tonite: more adventur...
Chapter 3 -- Trust One week ago - - - - - "Derek?" He tried to roll himself over in bed, but there was nothing under his arm to push against. He flailed half-asleep until he sensed his body rotate from the momentum. "Whoa!" Derek relaxed, finally realizing what was going on. "Hey, I'd really wish you'd wake me up and then make me drift into the air with...
I don't know if you've ever read those things in Reader's Digest, that feature they used to have called "My Most Unforgettable Character", they may still run it, I dunno, never read it any more. Anyway, I thought about it the other day when someone mentioned during conversation when the topic had moved to our favourite subject, "Whatever happened to Pat Wy...
Blow Jobs & Gardening Gloves: The Story Of A Sex Starved Horticulturist As Alison finished up in the garden, she slowly removed her gardening gloves and reached back to let her hair down. Her long dark hair fell softly around her shoulders framing her face and her breasts in a manner few men could resist. She let her mind slip back to earlier that day. She...
Authors note: This story is an immediate sequel to my first story "Carol's Christmas". The events of this story deal with the younger man named Marcus who Mrs. Carson initiated into the mysteries of sex and submission in "Carol's Christmas". * Marcus was sweating bullets as he rang the door. He burned for Mrs. Carson...Mistress Carol...and needed to be wi...
Waiting. These long periods of idle waiting really do get on my nerves. There is simply nothing going on then, not a single thing at all. I am just standing around, doing nothing but to wait all the time. And it is not just for a couple of hours, sometimes I have to wait for days, even weeks before something happens. I keep wondering how spiders can cope wit...
Gretel squeezed into another white girdle, hooked on her black stockings, and slid white panties up to cover her nest. After strapping on her bra, she wiggled into a tight black satin dress. Even in the dim bedroom light, the material glimmered seductively. She stepped into black patent leather pumps, two-and-a-half inches high instead of the stilts she'd w...