Chapter IV: The Reunion Beverley was pleased and excited when Marty contacted her about his impending holiday visit to Cambridge. She hadn't really expected to see him ever again after their short torrid affair in Spain. This time he would be part of a tour party but intended to opt out of the official programme and spend some time with Beverley. As soon...
Master had called from work shortly after lunchtime and told Sasha not to prepare supper. They had other plans. She was puzzled because he hadn't mentioned anything about this earlier, but she didn't need to question. Her Master wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She knew that in her heart, but she still was on pins and needles all afternoon until his car pul...
She had been standing quietly in the dimly lit room for a while now, her arms tied to something over her head; she was blindfolded and wearing only her tank top and panties, and her breath was coming in shallow little gasps of anticipation. What had she gotten herself into? Her imagination played erotic pictures across the darkness of her blindfold. She ha...
I sat on the couch in the living room watching the television. Well actually, the television was on but my attention was elsewhere. My husband, Kevin, was in the study going over the monthly accounts and every so often I could hear him swear or his fist thump the desk. "Why do I do this?" I wondered to myself for the umpteenth time, "Why can't I stop using t...
I am feeling confident as I stand outside his door. He's a financial adviser whose services I am considering. As I walk into his office, and see him sitting in the big brown leather chair, I am struck by the rough outline of his profile. He is sitting looking away from me, out the window onto the city streets. He looks like a man who works his body hard fo...
[The following is inspired and coauthored by Wendy] This is a story about a real person and her adventures. I met Wendy's husband Bill before meeting her. We were at the bar of a strip club watching this beautiful woman with big tits, a shaved pussy and awesome ass, strip and then rub her pussy and butt on any thing she could get her legs around. Her finest...
I wheeled my little Mercedes-Benz Kompressor into the gravelled area in front of the solid metal gate, supported by high brick walls on either side, just off a leafy lane in the Surrey stockbroker belt. The video camera surveyed the vehicle and a metal voice message machine intoned its impersonal: "Dominie House, state your name and business." "Member 69,"...
Chapter 1 In the Beginning It all started online. He wasn't much of a ladies man, and was all together rather unlucky in love. Divorced, single for over 5 years, the textbook definition of the solitary man. He hated hanging out in bars, and had no use for empty, meaningless sex, so as many like him, he got into online games to pass the lonely hours of his...
Dear Dirty Diary, A few days and Doug and I were shopping in the mall. We went into a restaurant for a coffee. To my surprise, we saw my sweet Louise who, as it turned out, was a hostess there. When our eyes met, her shone dark and sparkling. Her nipples swelled and poked through the bodice of her blouse. We flirted back and forth with coy little glances to...
In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...