The Mission District is my home. San Francisco has been where my family has lived for generations. We were here long before the Anglos came to California. I live and work in my loft studio. It's located just a few blocks form the Mission San Francisco de Asís, established in 1776. My work is my life. It's also how I make a living. She came to me for a portr...
The following story is taken from a dream. I didn't create the story; I merely wrote down what came to me in the night. ***** Last night I had the most erotic dream I've had in a long time. My wife and I had a threesome with a another man. Well, really it was more of a teenage boy and it was less of a threesome and more like her making love to the two of...
Sitting at the table I look over the little pots and jars of creams. Lotions to soften, scents to tickle the nose. I close my eyes and my thoughts are in a frenzy. My Master is taking me to the club and I want to be beautiful for him. It is crucial for me to look my best for that is what makes him happy. I dress with utmost care; soft lacy under garments, bl...
A year had passed. I looked back and couldn't quite believe all that had taken place in my life in that single year. The move from my country comfort zone where my life had revolved for the first 40 years went virtually without a problem. Next came the purchase of a fairly upmarket two-bedroom apartment on the fringe of the city. A late model sports car sat...
The bar was fairly quiet when we got back after the dinner and after three hours of being on my best behaviour, following my cover story and smiling at everyone, I was looking forward to a nice large single malt and then a couple of hours between Mrs Morganite's thighs. She was looking as sexy as ever, a low cut cocktail dress that buttoned all the way dow...
Author's note: This is a true story -- well, I think it's true. I heard the basic facts on a radio phone in. I have just created the characters and their day to day lives. The plot, including the end, is as the anonymous caller told it, so thanks to Galaxy FM and their listener -- whoever she is! ooo It started off like any other weekend. But when it was o...
Dream Journal July 16, 2001 Continued I know what you're thinking. That was a terrible place to stop, wasn't it? Sorry. I seem to wake every time I cum really hard. Don't worry, though. I drifted back off to dreamland immediately. To my delight, all the characters were there. This time, however, we weren't in mine and Phillip's bedroom now, but mine and Em...
The material of her black thong appeared to Jack like the gateway to heaven. His fingers drew across her inner thighs like the claws of a cat tamping for comfort, feeling their smoothness. All that he could do was touch and look as her open thighs revealed what he desired. For Helen the waiting was part of the game, the foreplay. She liked the idea that Jack...
Joe stepped nervously into his new boss's office. He glanced around and couldn't help but feel envious. A big desk, nice rug, window view of downtown. Joe had had his eye on this room for over a decade. He should be the one in here, not the ditz who'd once done little more than fetch his coffee and look good in a tight skirt. Joe swallowed hard as he waited...
The third day of our 30-day reality TV survival program had a few surprises for Celeste, Sam and me, Naomi. The first was the arrival of the producer, Fred and program psychologist, Julia at our camp, and the second was Julia's massive orgasm. She must have been without sex for a long time. We had to decide on the fate of our captives. Celeste turned to me...