The day after Marcos's farewell to Bitsy... ******* Thrust, parry, riposte! Thrust! Parry! Riposte! Stuart wiped away the sweat as he put himself through another punishing workout. He had not slept last night and had instead practiced honing his other blade's skills. At swordplay, the king was a master—all Tsepesh males were. The bawdy joke was that they...
This is the 5th part of a 12 part tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves. 5. Writer's Block Over the next month Deanna seemed noticeably more distracted and detached. She had not bound Thomas once in that time, nor had she taken any opportunity to chastize Michael for any inadequacies, real or manufactured. There were no special dinner demands for Abel or...
here's one i put together one weekend. i have more ideas for Mrs Jizm - it depends on if youz like her and want more. GA - Gatwick Airport - Nov 2011 THE WOMAN PEERED at me over the top of her glasses. The spectacles and frown were a surprise; I didn't expect a glamour model, albeit a lady in her early forties, to look like a schoolteacher. That was the fir...
I saw him today as I walked along the shore enjoying a steady breeze of warm tropical air on my face, his face in shadow from the glaring sun. The sun was not kind to me... I felt as if I was baking. I had reached the half way point of my destination. He walked along the shore shoeless, shirtless in his swim trunks. I could not take my eyes off his beautiful...
Rob and Julie (names changed of course), are two very good friends. They had been married 6 or 7 years at the time this happened. Considered an older couple depending on what side of forty you find yourself. They are both active in theater, and good-looking. For her age Julie is actually very good-looking. She has a soft slender body. All her parts are just...
Castor worked shitty hours, Nancy thought, noon until late into the evening, usually nine or ten at least. Some housewives would have been put off by that. She wasn't. Oh, she had her part-time job at the library and her hobbies, but mostly those hobbies were fucking the boys next door. When Mark and Eric first moved in next door, she couldn't have cared le...
Is this a fantasy or just a piece of fiction? Maybe, just maybe, it is both. Chapter 1 Not too long ago, on a midnight train bound for nowhere. He was the type of person who rarely slept, a restless soul who only succumbed to deep sleep when he was exhausted. So, he sat there in the hard contoured vinyl seat watching the miles roll by through the sma...
Somewhere in the distance I hear a repeated smack-smack that pierces the tranquility of my slumber, cruelly touches my sensory centers and causes me to be roused from my passionate dream state. Through my half open eyes I saw Lucy's dark hair spread over the adjacent pillow, her eyes closed, right hand resting on the pillow next to her head, her left arm und...
I wake up on my birthday and stretch, long and languorously. Looking over to the other side of the bed I find it empty, but a note lies on the pillow. I pick it up and read, 'I am taking you out somewhere special tonight. Wear something sexy-and something even sexier underneath! The car will pick you up at 8pm.' I spend the day pampering myself-soaking in a...
Em and I had always had a very active sex life. We fucked a lot, even a dozen years into our marriage, and never shied from exchanging fantasies. We also engaged in a little light BDSM from time to time. One time, well past our 10th anniversary, while she was riding on top of me, I reached up with my left hand and squeezed her throat. Gently at first, but th...