"You know what I want?" It was a question, not a statement. She was silent. She'd been quiet ever since he got her into position. As if speaking would cause something to happen that she didn't want. He spoke again, softly into her ear, "You know what I want?" She was silent still. She lay on him facing the ceiling, with her legs outside his and her hand...
It had started out innocently enough I suppose. I was living on the ground floor of a 1960's vintage apartment house near the downtown area while I was finishing the last few semesters of college. I was working my way through, so money was naturally tight but the resident manger, Bonnie, had been lenient on more than one occasion and things always seemed to...
Thumbing through the mail I'd just carried in, I tossed my keys and handbag onto a chair. I'd seen an orange envelope hiding amongst the bills and catalogs as I'd pulled it all out of my mailbox and I wanted that envelope! Nick hadn't been able to come see me for a couple of weeks and work was keeping me at home too. My hope was that this was a card from him...
I did not know where he was taking me or what he was going to do with me when we got there. All I knew was that I was gagged, bound and in the back of a recklessly speeding carriage with no hope for escape. Perfect, I thought wearily, father would love this new calamity. He always said my disobedient and unladylike ways of handling myself would be my undoi...
A Bride's lingerie A guide on bridal lingerie and how to consummate your marriage while wearing it As told to the author after a six hour marathon love making session at the Hotel Monte Carlo, 2001 Before I start this primer on wedding night sex and lingerie, I would like to clear up some misunderstandings that our lingerie ignorant culture has been spre...
'One extra pint today - and double-cream!' Enoch crunched the scribbled note in his hand, put it in his pocket and grinned: Mrs. Howell was one of his favourite customers and he never let her down. Carefully, he twisted the solid brass handle and eased the heavy oak door aside, shushing it sternly when it creaked on its hinges. He looked over his shoulder,...
Out in the living room I sat on the chair to wait. I knew I was expected to try to be feminine, so I sat lightly on the edge, ankles crossed and legs together, hands folded on my knees. It must have been at least ten minutes before Sandra came out. She looked flushed when she came into the room. Her clothes were straight though, as was her hair. Her nipples...
In a past life, my name was Christine McCain. I was born in the City of London, England, to a family that didn't really practice any religion. My mother Abigail Rosenberg comes from a Jewish background and my father James McCain comes from a Christian background. By the time they had me, they were both Atheists. I attended Cambridge College for Business Admi...
The sharp rap at the door brings me from my slumber. "Ess houzkeein" I wrap myself tighter in your warmness, waiting for you to send her away again. This being the third time she's returned. A smile forms on my lips as I think back to earlier... We didn't hear the first knock. I was facing out the room window, arms extended upwards with my wrists secured...
The party had been going on for almost three hours by the time midnight rolled around. Cigarette smoke wound its way around assorted-shaped forms of a fairly apathetic group of young undergrads, and the sweet scent of hashish intermingled with the nauseatingly rich aroma of Professor Rufus T. Bogsworth's maple-walnut-blend pipe tobacco. Bogsworth had the di...