Late in the boarding process of Flight 5608 from Phoenix to Chicago, and my husband and I were getting tense. "Come on..." he whispered under his breath, jammed into the space beside the window on my left; I, so much smaller than him, had the middle. The aisle seat on my right was still open, and with each passing boarder we crossed our fingers more tightly...
Max did go to the wedding with me, and the next time my wrists sported the telltale indentations of handcuffs - very soon after our first meeting - it was his doing. Six months later we were living in a detached bungalow in the green borders of North London. His elderly grandmother had died and rather than sell her home he decided to refurbish it and move in...
Warmth surrounded her. She tried to move, open her eyes, but her body refused to obey. Alluna whimpered. Strong arms tightened around her, the scent of fresh sunshine and wind enveloping her. "Hush. I'm taking you home with me," an extremely deep voice said near her ear. She should have felt fear, but she didn't. Lips brushed over her forehead. "No one will...
After I had calmed down from my masturbation I sat in the dark in my car, sort of in disbelief. I mean I knew that I had masturbated to orgasm, but I was in denial that what had happened to me tonight had made me so horny that had to masturbate. Was I turning into a slut? As I sat there and decided that I wasn't a slut, I looked around and my mind started go...
My father was a Brownman, a servant of the Outer Castle, as his mother had been - until she was promoted to a Greenman, and entered the Inner Castle. I never saw her again, though my father saw her from time to time. Only servants, the army and the aristocracy entered the Castle at all, the servants through the North Gate, and the aristos through the South...
May I thank all the people who have sent me e-mails about my stories. Sorry for not replying but my PC was attacked by a virus and I have been hospitalised. (The incidents were not related!) Hence the long delay for following chapters. Like all acts of terrorism it disrupts but never wins. Thank you to the people who read my stories and this site for making...
I am dressed in my shorts, t-shirt and sandals, and Jason is dressed much the same. The cuteness in the room is of course Karin: she has on a t-shirt. Just a t-shirt: no panties, no shoes, just barefoot. I see that that is all because as she reaches for the car keys, the hem rises and her ass is perfectly displayed. We troop out to the garage and get in thei...
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"Manny and his money," Griffin said as he was driving in the St. Catharines neighbourhood leading to Kim's house. "It's the only thing he's ever loved. If I had my way, money wouldn't even exist." "What would we have instead, then?" Kim asked. "Oh, there's my house--#125. What would the economy be based on, without money?" "Exchanges of gifts," Griff said,...
It was warm, but a little overcast; Bryan had to run a few errands and planned to meet us back at the house after our run. We hit the trail and put in a good five miles. We played a little grab-ass, but tried to limit that and our conversation; we were both trying to shave time because we had a race coming up. That was the plan, for at least the first half,...