"Nobody understands my desires or who I am," Mack Browne said, and the six-foot-three, burly and dark-skinned, twenty-something African American man sighed deeply. Sitting opposite him inside the Bridgehead cafe located on Metcalfe Street in downtown Ottawa, Mack's friend Melody Robillard pondered that, wondering how to help her friend in his time of need......
Paul stepped out of the elevator and checked his watch. 10:25, perfect. He had been told to be prompt, but not early, so that Kim and Melody would have time to be ready for him. Paul didn't know what to expect of this evening, he'd met these two only once, in the park. They had asked to sit with him while he was out people-watching, flirted with him generous...
Melody Snyder was not a happy camper. In fact she was a bitter woman. Worse, she knew she was a bitter woman and the acknowledgement of such fact made her even more miserable. She had been a widow now for some five years and she had not had any sex in all that time. For the four years immediately prior to her husband's death she had had very little sex the...
I moved to take a new job. I have been a computer programmer for about 15 years, and I was really excited about this new opportunity. The job was really good, and paid well, but the cafeteria in the building wasn't all that good. So, I started going out for lunch, and looking around the neighborhood for places to eat. I was working near the airport, and alon...
Melody's and Eli's faces rested atop Tara's soft slick belly as she reclined and recovered from her recent orgasm. The two subordinates gently stroked their mistress' skin and gazed contentedly into one another's eyes. Their faces each shiny and wet from their own saliva and from the thick cum Tara had commanded Eli to spill onto her breasts and belly. The p...
Melody sighed as she unlocked the door of her apartment. Thank God it's the weekend she thought to herself. In her hands she juggled her briefcase, a shopping bag of groceries and a bottle of wine. It had been six months since her relationship had ended. She marveled at how far she had come in establishing her independence. She now had her own place, her ow...
Melody May bristled with rage. She longed to reach over the desk and strangle the man across from her, to ring his neck until he relented. Everything – her entire future – was in his hands, and yet he was standing his ground, and standing in her way. But, despite the anger bubbling up inside of her, Melody remained cool and calm, professionally continuing he...
I know that everybody wondered why one entire wall of my office was a mirror. I know there were people who proposed all sorts of silly reasons, chief among them the idea that I was so full of myself that I loved to sit at my desk and admire myself. But no one had ever guessed the real reason. Oh if they could only see me now. When Melody came to work for me...
This story does involve bodily functions so if that is not something you find compatible with your interests, read no further. It features spanking and caning, so has been placed in the BDSM category but has equally significant Fetish contents. All characters are over 18. ***** Melody Haynes, in her early 50s, awakened and was surprised momentarily to find...
It was a regular Wednesday night for most people. The May air was unseasonably warm, and all over the city couples took advantage of the pleasant night to go out. A light breeze carried the salty smell of the ocean with it, blowing gently across the streets. It wasn't a regular night for Melody, however. It was a night of celebration. It was the night that...