This story has a precursor, Love sweet T. * Tracy, my new found and rather older lover was, I discovered rapidly, not simply a tease but one who enjoyed it. Each morning as Tracy said, "good morning" she slipped me a sealed envelope before walking down the platform to chat with her friend. I tore the first on open immediately. It read, Dearest Sweetest Da...
I worked as an IT assistant in a big university. My main task was to keep my boss supplied with all the data he needed to keep the students' computers running. It was unusual in our university for a woman such as me to be given such a high-profile job. I used to think it was because of my brains, as I was always a top student. Recently I began to get the fee...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * An older man dies happy with a smile on his face on Valentine's Day. "You knew the deceased?" Detective Walter Martin watched her every facial expression and body movement. Looking for lies with an experienced, albeit jaundiced eye, a slight pause, an eye blink, a nervous twitch, and/or change in bo...
My current live-in girlfriend, Cara, and I were sitting down to an intimate Friday evening candlelight dinner, which we then planned to develop into a romantic candlelit evening in our bed. We had just made a major purchase which had been delivered that morning, a spectacular reproduction mahogany four poster Victorian bed. We had every intention of inaugura...
Authors Note: I wrote this story loosely based on my own experiences, but the characters and details therein are purely fictional. While writing this story, I struggled with the dilemma of whether to make the story longer, more in-depth, and go deeper into the characters, but, as my objective was to make a first effort at writing something erotic, and keep...
(continued from Watching the Zabernians Chapter 1) Jasper went through the gate. He was feeling back to normal now he was away from the exhibitionist couples. He could wander around the amphitheatre and select a place to watch the Zabernians and relax as the introductory performers played to the arriving audience. He walked along the short path across the...
Sweat trickling down the small of his back was the familiar reminder that the heat had overcome his best abilities to work on the highly pitched ladder with any sense of comfort. Connor's gloved hands were slick with perspiration as his arm moved laconically and with overwhelming soreness to pull more fallen palm fronds from yet another useless gutter of fau...
Synopsis A mature escort who enjoys fantasy role-plays with a "schoolgirl" theme reminisces about her second erotic encounter with an older man, which took place when she was 18. This is the sequel to "A conscientious caretaker". Introduction Thank you to all the readers who took the trouble to post comments or send feedback about my first story. I hope y...
Author's note: This final chapter of "A Tale of Submission." In it, Lei accepts the unexpected freedom and fulfillment that being a submissive can bring. Please enjoy the conclusion of Lei's submissive evolution. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Following her separation from her husband, Lei's "outings" -- a term that she used to explain her absences to her kids -- provided her...
My name is Jim Watson. At the time of this story I was thirty-five years old and going through one of the worst times in my life, so far. The day after I had pledged almost everything I owned to finance a business deal, I had a heart attack which landed me in the hospital for thirty-six days and unable to work for almost six months. The people I was doing bu...