Phan/ta*sy - 1. The image-making power: esp., the power of receiving and reproducing external impressions. Phantasy colliding with reality often bruises more than just an ego. I hate blind dates; they are the most enigmatic of societies mating rituals, and are fraught with hope, fear and unrealistic expectations. I have got to learn to say 'no', or at least...
This is the second chapter of ‘Blackmailed by my secretary.’ If you haven’t read the first, I recommend you go back and search it out. I plan several more chapters and welcome feedback and constructive criticism. I humbly hope that you enjoy. My 9:00 meeting was hell to get through. I picked the softest chair, and I sat with my feet tucked under it. This wa...
I come out of the closet, dressed only in my black thong and I eye you with my hands behind my back. You squint at me from the bed, peering through the candle light, trying to see what it is I hold in my hands. I smile as I look at your nakedness glowing in the flames, your erection pointed proudly up at the ceiling as you wait for me. You lean up on your el...
* * * * * Click Here to listen. (23 min/mp3) * * * * * The package came from Nobilis's house. His return address was on it. I got online and IM'ed him. {Pixie} What's this package? {Nobilis} Someone asked me to send it to you. {Pixie} Who? {Nobilis} Can't tell. I checked it over though, there's nothing in there that'll hurt you. Go ahead and open it....
...with each step Naomi drew closer to the house she had feared and deeply craved - "step" being less accurate than "hobble." Along the sidewalk she ambled leading with pointed toes and counting the concrete seams... "45... 46...47..." "This is going too far," she murmured to herself in a low growl with tightened lips. The fabric of the black cape which e...
We hadn't been seeing each other long, and each day I had something new for you to try. I knew today's request would make you uncomfortable because no matter how much you loved submitting to me, you valued the little independence you maintained at the same time. I laid out your presents on the bed and waited for you to get out of the shower. When you walked...
Noon. The bright sun, subdued and mottled by the leaves overhead, splashed over and around them. A cool breeze blew up from the lake. She leaned back against the massive trunk. They made an odd pair. The girl wore a white cotton tank top above blue jeans. The man was dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and fashionable red tie. He leaned forward, too close...
I have been waiting for so long. You walk into hotel room. I am waiting for you. On my knees. You smile nervously and offer a wisecrack. I tell you to step out of your knickers where you stand, you obey, self consciously. Nerves so evident. I tell you to hitch up your skirt to show me your pussy. More nervous wisecracks which im not buying. "Just do it...
I've planted a couple of mental exercises inside this story. Would you or wouldn't you, if faced with a very difficult decision? Please read my profile for my stance on comments. Feel free to email suggestions or to start a conversation. Private messages work too. Al Stillman; Robert Allen: "Chances are, 'cause I wear a silly grin, the moment you come int...
Playfully His Ch. 02: Never Again Note: The events in this series are based on real experiences, which have been somewhat condensed and altered to allow for presentation as a story. There it is. The belt. I look at it, and hesitate to touch it. On the back of his bathroom door, hanging by its buckle from a hook, off by itself from the array of other belts...