To suggest my interest in women had any purpose beyond the acquisition of power is quite ridiculous. My very existence depended on the continual absorption of the life force of others and the most prized variety was the carnal jetsam of unrestrained sexual submission. Perhaps initially my purpose might have been construed as a search for mutual pleasure, a m...
As soon as she entered the room, she smelled the faintest trace of lilacs. Violet closed her eyes instantly, feeling for where she knew the edge of the bed would be. Blindly, she crawled across it, fumbling for the nightstand drawer, and the blindfold safely and discreetly tucked in its corner. It didn't take long to get it in place, but her heart pounded in...
German bitch. It was the only thing that would go through his mind. She sat on the passenger side in a desecrated officer's uniform and casually smoked a cigarette like most whores sucked a man's cock. He didn't care that she'd been an American citizen for years. It didn't matter that she had spent the last two years entertaining American troops with the...
I work with this woman, and while only the Summer and Fall parts actually happened, I've fantasized about the rest of it many times. Chapter One: Unexpected sighting. I was walking along the fence at a local racetrack, looking at the crowd in the stands. This was something that I found myself doing quite a lot. While the people were looking at the replay s...
Dancing with S. The moonlight through the gently swaying trees casts patterns across your body as you dance by yourself next to my window; your sheer clothing barely covers your tight form. Every sinewy movement screams sexuality and the air is thick with the scent of your lust. As you turn to face me your eyes confirm my suspicions; I see you look me up an...
Dìpucitna's sanguine arrow pierced my pallid flesh. I felt it tear in and through my mortal breast, three and a quarter inches below my left collarbone -- with a searing sting and violent flood of sickly white-hot heat -- before the cold clutch, pull, and tug; as half my human heart was torn from me. She stood over me, terrible and beautiful. My ears filled...
Please give me the support of your vote. * With both sharing the same sexual fantasy, Tiffany wants to have sex with a cross dressing man dressed as a woman and Walter wants to have sex with a woman while dressed as Wendy. Give her sex? He couldn't believe what he was hearing coming out of Tiffany's mouth. As if she was his puppet and he was her marionett...
Lynne had worn her new anklet out as often as she could. She was proud of the gift Thomas had given her. She was proud of the trust, communication and sexual liberation it symbolized. It was always a turn on, on the rare occasion, when she could tell someone she was a hot-wife. It was even more of a turn on to have piece of jewelry to advertise that fact. No...
I was late in 2001. I was in my early 30's, and had been living in Chicago. I worked for a major retailer, in our local regional office. I had literally worked my way up from the stores over the previous 10 years, and was proud of having clawed my way up to junior management. Oh boy. I had just received a promotion with the company. It was a healthy 50% bum...
This story was written for the super-sexy CEFrenchman. He was the lucky winner of my second custom story contest. Check my thread "Bernadette's Boudoir" in the playground to see his excellent entry. Frenchman's idea was so steamy that I got carried away. I hope everyone (especially my tasty CEFrenchman) feels that I've over-delivered! -Bernadette ***** "A...