Chapter the Second: In which our protagonist overcomes a long held inhibition Antalya scurried in her barefeet out the door of her bedchamber and across the terrazzo of the ancient villa. She found that by holding her head upright and her shoulders back and walking on the balls of her feet, she could move quickly along without letting her earrings betray he...
Edited by Cute Vixen Sequel to 'Master Bedroom' * She had always played the role of his captive. She had pleased him in ways only he could command. His pleasure and her pleasure were completely up to his will yet she felt a desire to step out, to make a change, to threaten his control. He had just shackled her to his bed posts and toyed with her mind, her...
New Year's Eve has never been my favourite time of year. Always I'm confronted by the question of whether I should go out to a party and try and pretend I was having a good time while trying to look inconspicuous hanging around in the kitchen, trying to doge the drunks and creeps and somehow hoping someone reasonably sober and nice might come and talk to me...
The next morning Vera woke up early. Instead of being tired from her run last night she felt invigorated. She left David sleeping in bed and went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and decided she couldn't tackle the mess of her hair until after coffee. She padded softly to the kitchen and could smell Lucien in there before she even got to the door. "G...
It All Began With a Kiss... I was finally the end of summer, THANK GOD! No more sun burns, but no more bikini-clad beach girls either, shh don't tell Jen I said that. I had just gotten back from lacrosse practice, when I got a call from Jen. "WILL! My family is gone for a whole week! COME OVER NOW!" She said with an excited shriek at the end. Which almost...
Kindest Thanks to Sapphos Sister for her editorial touch. I welcome your comments and your votes. * Angie wrung her t-shirt out and then spread it on a sunny rock while I searched downstream for my jeans. After five minute of fruitless endeavour, my bare feet began to hurt and I returned to get my shoes. Angie had put on her sweat pants and my white oxford...
©November 2001 by Bob Peale ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Author's Note: This story is actually a rewrite of Karma & the Cowboy, written from the Cowboy's point of view at the author, HillbillyGirl's request. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice...
Pete and Cath had been married for eleven years and were both really content. Pete considered himself lucky, with a nine inch cock he knew he was well above average in that department and Cath was always more than happy to take him on, no worries about her being unfaithful. He was also a heavy shooter and after a good fuck they would marvel at the amount of...
(Author's Note: These stories originally began as a creation for My girl, I love her with all My heart, I dedicate these works to her.) The two Llovers had been asleep for most of the day and night when He awoke first, the crack of dawn was greeting Him, and offering to shake hands with Him, groggily He eased into the bathroom, unaware that she was behind H...
Dennis awoke to the sun shining brightly in his eyes. He sat up and stretched his arms, then looked around the room. He was on the top bunk of a bed in the corner, surrounded by other bunk beds full of sleeping boys. Dennis chose this bed for one reason, so that the sun would wake him up each morning before anyone else arose. He had just turned eighteen a w...