Master... It is hot and You work at Your desk... Perhaps I would take an ice cube, and run it along the back of Your neck as You sit, hot and sweaty and a bit agitated... My fingers gliding the cube slowly, my hand caressing and rubbing the tension away in Your neck and shoulders as I trace the ice ever so slowly... Then, when it has melted just a bit, I...
A text comes thru, "The park bench 1/4 mile from the boat ramp." she added, "Fill a sandwich bag full of peanut butter, put your cock and balls in it and wear it to the meeting." God I have to admit it was strange, and kinky, this woman knew how to drive me crazy. As I slid the sticky mess into my shorts it felt good. It probably felt better than anything...
Copyright 2012 © Michele Christie Published by Michele Christie ISBN 978-1-909512-15-3 (3000 words) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations or persons, living or dead, is...
The light flickered as her finger traced the edge of her glass. The vodka glistened between the ice cubes in her old-fashioned as she smiled to herself. She looked into her friend's eyes; his gaze was so deep and warm. Her diamond ring sparkled as she brought the drink to her ruby lips. The remaining liquid flowed quickly into her mouth as the ice chimed aga...
CHAPTER SIX: Unmasked I spent the rest of the day trying to talk myself out of it. I rearranged all of the reasons against it. Never mind the fact that my body screamed for his touch, or that I was undeniably in love with him. Never mind the fact that every orgasm I'd experienced in the past six months had been accompanied by his feverishly whispered name....
Mr. Estovich's Tales of Tail: Upon Snow-Capped Hills The wind cracked frightful whips, punishing the soft, pale skin which hid beneath the layers of Joanna's clothes. She looked off, towards the horizon, trying to make sense of a world swallowed up by whippoorwills of snow. The moisture of this place seeped through the surface of everything. She could feel...
It was August in the Northeast. It had been another sweltering, record-setting temperature kind of day. It was now the middle of the night, and it was still hot. It was just me, an open window, and my dinky little table fan. It was so, so hot. I couldn't sleep. I tossed. I turned. I threw my arm over my forehead and moaned, wiping my long hair off of my face...
For this, I do not need a name... I am whatever you want—whoever you want; stranger on the street, friend, co-worker, partner, celebrity. I am who you need me to be. I am an erotic fantasy, a virtual call girl. I am here for your pleasure and to give you exactly what you want. There's a key already waiting for you at the front desk. The ambassador at the d...
Silk cloth wrapped slowly, precisely around her wrists, binding her to bed posts above her head. She was unable to see past the darkness created by another silk cloth over her eyes. The scent of candles drifted to her; a sweet, spicy scent that soothed and relaxed her. She was pleasantly warm, having drunk two glasses of wine earlier that evening. She had be...
It was well after 9:00PM when I finally returned from work. I was exhausted mentally, which was definitely affecting me physically. But I had much preferred to stay rather late on a Friday evening than go to work for a few hours on a Saturday morning. Still, I felt less than human when I walked in the front door. Clearly, I had missed dinner, and the sn...