You look down at me between the falling strands of wet hair, my eyes distracted by the work I'm about at your feet, the soft towel gently pressing against your cooling skin. I can feel your eyes on me, watching as I work, just the way I've taught you. To honor your body as much as I do, and to embrace and enjoy it fully as I care for it. You stand open to me...
For those that want some music to create a more immersive experience, I suggest the songs below denoted throughout the story as well. Playlist Part 1: "My Eyes" by Nero "A Moment Apart" by Odesza "Angel" by Massive Attack "A Race Against Time" by Pylot ... "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jess asked. -"My Eyes" by Nero" Bryson looked at Jess, d...
Jacob got off the couch and headed back for the door between the rooms. "I'm going to grab a shower before we go" he said over his shoulder as he crossed the threshold between the rooms. She felt the space behind her on the couch getting cold and decided to get up and figure out what clothes she was putting back on. While walking to the bathroom to gauge h...
She hadn't had any intention of ending up like this; blindfolded, naked, and kneeling in a puddle of wetness. If she was very honest with herself, she wasn't quite sure what her expectations had been. It all started with a mild curiosity brought on by a physical need, nay, a desperation, which left her wondering and squirming in more ways than one. It...
Derek continued to look at his agenda, while she recovered from her shaking orgasm. As her heartrate slowed back down, they settled on a day and time for Derek to meet with Jeremy. As she turned around to step away from his desk, his hand quickly slapped her ass. She gave a little yelp and rushed out of his office, as he chuckled. The rest of the day went...
I'd caught them by chance one morning. Running late to the gym, I'd sped through the parking lot and spotted a couple illuminated by my headlights. Locked in passionate embrace, they didn't notice me watching them from my car, parked across the aisle. They'd kissed, hands roaming and grabbing at each other. Finally, he'd pulled away, then turned her around...
I really feel like this story got me out of my head a little. I don't know, but as I hurry toward the end of this short tale, I think I have improved as a writer. For me, that's all I am ever really doing. I'm just trying to be a better writer, and maybe a better human too. Writing is my therapy. Anyway, here we go. We get to meet the ruler of the Dagersta...
Practice had been exhausting. Lana came home, limping in the house on sore legs. Her husband, Gabe, was out of town. Too bad, she would have enjoyed a massage from him after such a tough night! She texted him that she was beat and was just going to hunker down at home. In the living room, their roommate Ron was watching some horror show. She grabbed a glas...
We're out on a grocery jaunt during shelter-in-place. Can't stay cooped up like lab rats forever. The virus is everywhere, they say. Feels a bit like a war zone here at the supermarket, dotted with jittery, human-shaped grenades. I'm in the frozen aisle scanning boxes, trying to decide what to throw in the cart. Vegan broccoli cheese bake. Tortilla casserol...
Author's Note: Thank you to those who have stayed the course this far. It's been a long buildup, and we're not quite done yet. It won't be long now, though, before we take some steps forward and start picking up the pace. Things have gone swell for Jeremy up to this point, but life has a way of keeping you humble. At least, that's the way it's always felt to...