Chapter 1 Chris had been working out of town for a few months, only to come home on the weekends. Sex had always been good between us- not exactly "vanilla", yet wasn't hardcore BDSM. It was somewhere in between. I however craved more...wanted to kick it up a notch. I had tried to suggest things such as role playing and/or bondage in the past and Chris ju...
A black stiletto went whizzing by Richard's face as he froze to look for his boxers. He frantically searched while crouching low to avoid the picture frame that went crashing into the wall behind him, shattering the glass that held the picture of him and Lauren into tiny sharp fragments. He hurriedly picked up the little black dress that lay crumpled on the...
Arriving at her apartment that evening he noticed her shiver and worried a little so he decided a shower would not do. Soaking in the tub would ward off any bug, hopefully, that came knocking at her door. He had started the water running and returned to the living room to find her dozing on an old gold colored love seat. Knowing he'd be lowering her into the...
It was cold and windy when Robert and I pulled up in front of Krystal's house, we were both filled with apprehension at what we knew was going to take place soon after we got inside... I turned the ignition off and looked at him, "ya wanna go through with it?" "Yep" he replied, "let's do it!" Rob and I walked up to the door and I pressed the doorbell two o...
I walked into the beautiful old building. As I passed through the bold and intimidating double doors I felt the cool air blasting down on me, a relief in this heat. Summer was in full bloom and I was dressed to 'beat the heat' in typical teenaged style. My long curly hair was up in a messy bun. Wisps of soft black curls artfully displayed to their best adv...
After the closet encounter, Maddie and Aiden went about their original networking plans at the trade show. But Maddie's mind was still on Aiden, Aiden's hands, Aiden's lips, Aiden's di... STOP IT!!!! You have work to do! Stop being such a slut! You've got a lunch lined up in 10 minutes for crying in the sink! Just as she realized she was yet again walking pa...
Ben had come to work the night shift at the bakery during the last semester of his junior year at college. He was a nice boy, intelligent, studying journalism. He was not what I would have called attractive, though I hardly looked at him that way. He was 20, practically half my age and I learned casually through co-worker gossip and scant little conversation...
Dear Dirty Diary, Giggles and whispers filtered through into my recurrent dream staring Johnston. His big black penis stood fire hose stiff as I tore the wrapper off the extra large condom I took out of my purse. As I rolled the slippery latex sheath down his extraordinary erection, I was delighted to find it fit perfectly right down to its base. I cranked...
Chapter Five Valentine's Day Wedding Three years later we got married on a day and a date that we would always remember. It almost didn't happen. "You have to take the job," Jill insisted 7 months earlier as she rode my cock on the big comfortable bed in our Gramercy area apartment we decided on as a compromise for her Upper Eastside job and my Bowery one...
“I’ll bet you have a beautiful neck.” Brooke looked up from her affectionately tattered copy of Middlemarch to see a youngish man standing beside her booth. The word metrosexual jumped through her mind. He was handsome enough, well-kempt; hair just so perfectly messy it had to be the result of gobs of hair product, and the leather jacket of the season. He’s...