In retrospect I may have handled the situation differently reality can in effect be a far more, intense experience than any single fantasy. As a teenager from a fairly middle class English family, I had been brought up with the usual hormonal mixture of soft core porn on a late night film, AOL chat rooms and masturbation. It was in one such room, a Big Beaut...
I arrive at the restaurant to meet you, and I sit at our table waiting wearing a jacket and tie. I smell this incredibly flowery perfume from behind me and look up to see you in a beautiful gown, with your hair down, framing your face and your beautiful smile and the sparkling of your eyes. My heart flutters as I get up to assist you with your chair. In real...
Arriving on time at the downtown high-rise, she located his listing and buzzed his apartment. The harsh snap of the door latch unlocking made her jump, but she soon had the presence of mind to push the door open, and walk through. As Mari waited in the lobby for the elevator up to the top floor, she was starting to have second thoughts about this whole adven...
With arms entwined they drifted up the long gravel strewn drive which led up to the imposing chateau at its western end. The oppressive heat of the early evening summer sun would have been overpowering for the guests had it not been for the tall slender Cypress trees that had been planted close together; their long clustered shadows providing cooling shade o...
It was starting to get dark on an early May evening. I was driving across Tennessee on my cross country trek to Utah. I had been on the road all day, starting in Jackson, MS where I was attending a conference for my profession. Normally I would have flown back, but a friend asked if I would drive a car back for him that he purchased online from Nashville to...
Pure fiction. My thanks to my editor Wicked Inside. ***** The Victorian Janet sat at her desk, eyes blankly staring at the papers spread before her. She was still fighting the depression that followed the discovery of her husband's cheating and the subsequent, speedy, divorce. She was now free, but freedom didn't feel very good at the moment. Charley, ha...
Author's Note: To get a better feel for the accents of the characters, the spelling is modified throughout some of the story to reflect how the characters would actually sound if you were to hear them talking. I have had some say that this is wonderful, and still others say it's annoying. That is for the reader to decide. I only hope the story finds you as a...
They always met in the same dark, dated, motel room where the sound of neighboring televisions blared through paper-thin walls and parking spots around back were at a premium because nobody wanted to risk having a car recognized. Every Thursday at noon. For the last six months. Each week Lola entered the unlocked door and stripped down to black lace panties...
Before I even post this, so readers will be gentle and not jump on what I get wrong, I have never been to BDSM club/bar, or even to a munch. This is the first chapter to a story I have ideas to write a fair amount about. Any feedback about what it might really be like, very much appreciated. It's something I would love to explore. My character in this story...
Emma sat at her desk in complete silence. Her mouth hung open in utter shock at the image displayed on her computer screen. With a shaking hand caused by a sudden adrenaline rush, she took a deep breath and clicked to minimise the image before trying to regain her composure. Feelings of buried lust and guilt at her forbidden voyeurism coursed through her a...