*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. This is just a flash story. Not to be taken too seriously. ***** Margot Murphy walked the nine blocks from Northside High School, to the small home she and her mother and step-father were renting. The eighteen year old felt the springtime pollen attacki...
Another flash of lightning outside drew Sarah out of her reverie. She didn't have to wait long for the inevitable crash of thunder. As she suspected the storm was drawing nearer. It seemed to be growing stronger as well. By the time she got home she would be in the middle of it, and it would very likely be at its peak as well. It was fitting. The rain and t...
Her glorious twat twangled and still softly twanging, having gushed and dribbled over my fingers and coated my face, I hear her murmur how thirsty she is. Her moans of passion and groans of pleasure have parched her throat. Water, water! her voice softly calls. Answering her summons, I slide back off her bed, from between her wide spread legs, and move qui...
The week had been a complete bust. You traveled all the way from the UK to the Caribbean for a week of business meetings and some relaxing in the sun. It ended up that the week was spent is crisis management. The up side was that everything was back on track with work with no ill effects. The down side was that you ended up spending all of what was planned t...
1. The blues. Something about that hot, steady rhythm just makes me want to take my clothes off… 2. Goth girls. Streaked purple and black hair, tattoos, a sexy little tramp stamp on the lower back, navel rings, tongue studs… nipple rings… ripped fishnets and high heels, dark clothes and dark moods. Makes me want to peel it all off and find the soft spots u...
“I have a treat for you,” she told me first thing when we woke up. She directed me to only work a half-day and rush home. I rushed home at lunch to find a sex-kitten vision in a tight tank top and mini-skirt, along with a long wet kiss. My immediate fondling move was rebuked as she ushered me to our shower upstairs. She told me to strip, and to wash. Not wai...
Waiting to meet you at the station my stomach keeps fluttering. I keep thinking of that slow smile you have, how it reaches your eyes first, then spreads. I think of the last time we were together, the last kiss we had at a very different station, how it sent that strong thick current of electricity through my centre all the way to between my trembling legs....
Eva 73 Y -- Cooling off a Blazing Slave Breaking the silence that remained behind as Master Wolf left with his new slave Mistress Syn quipped, "Well, well, Gentlemen it seems that we have lost our lover of floggers and whips. But I am sure that anyone who really wants to flog or whip will have no problem finding many slaves in this place who will be more t...
In my roamings on the WWW I came across a few self bondage sites and I found it amazing what people would risk in order to achieve fantasies of helplessness. Some do die in such scenes. One does have to be careful. Here is a story of one man who took all the care required in order to survive, but was it enough? Jason had dabbled in self bondage for many yea...
*You might want to read 'Late again...' for a bit of background.* ***** The next day, I arrive at work at 9.00 wearing stockings and a much fancier set of underwear, with the requested story tucked away in my bag. I wait outside the office building until 9.02, hoping that this will be just late enough to draw your attention, and then stroll in, trying to l...