A few years back I was having an ongoing fling with a man named Steve. He was divorced and I had met him in an internet chatroom. He lived in the same city and it wasn't long before our chats evolved into a casual sexual relationship. I suppose FWB would describe it best. He knew I was married and he respected that our relationship had limits. Steve was se...
"Jennifer" (surely not her real name) finished setting up the restraints on the four corners of the hotel bed. I looked on as she carefully set the for-now empty cuffs on the crisp white bed sheets. I was fully clothed, but already hard in anticipation of what was to come. "Okay, let's go over the rules again," she said. I responded from my place in the ov...
When Makayla asked whether she had experienced a period in the past few days, Diana suddenly realized that she had made a serious miscalculation. A better explanation was that she had figuratively buried her head in the sand. On the night when she had her unexpected date and chance for sexual intercourse with Otis Rainey, she had no trepidation of a possible...
This is the final chapter, if you're still reading, I hope you've enjoyed so far! This chapter goes from 0 - 100 real quick as I didn't want to get repetitive going into details with spells and scenarios that have already been talked about. Ethan left it for a day before deciding he wanted to go after someone else. He went up to Vex's bedroom and walked in...
Janice didn't know WHY her roommate had to work out every day, but it aggravated her to no end. The pandemic had shut down all the gyms, meaning the 6'2 goliath had to use their shared living room as a personal workout space. He was usually thoughtful enough to clean up afterward. Usually. But the scent of sweat lingered in the air for hours afterward. "48....
Chapter 3: Field Mission I hate field missions. For one thing, there's the clothing. I can't dress as devastatingly when I'm not in the Compound. Men trail me like lost puppies, women make attempts on my life, and officials have the embarrassing habit of arresting me just to see how my tits look with my hands cuffed behind my back. I also hate the lack of...
Edited By: Gentwithhandcuffs * The room was dark and the lingering scent of a recently extinguished candle hung in the air. Soft music could be heard playing under the hum of the ceiling fan. The window had been left cracked open to let in the cool evening breeze. In the center of the room was an enormous bed and Alexis lay sleeping upon it -- a mask cover...
With help editing by: Clyde McEscher PART 1 It started in 1992. The meatpacking district of NYC was still just that. There were no hipster dance clubs or hookah bars. The high priced lingerie shops and Apple store were not even a glimpse in their designer's eyes. There was a slight chill to the air. I was out for a late night walk. I often did this whe...
It started as a tension-reducing fantasy. Whenever work or the aggravations of city life started to get to me, I'd let my thoughts take me there. My 'fantasy flights' became more frequent. Far from being an outdoorsman, I needed to convince myself that I could do it. Standing on the lakeshore watching my outfitter's seaplane fade into the clear blue sky, I...
Year 3 of the Droid Wars "Kill your Master," Asajj Ventress said simply. Dooku blinked. "What?" "Kill your Master now, with my help. While you still can." Dooku shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "It is the way of the Sith to overthrow one's Master. Now is your time. Armies are at your command. The wealth of worlds is at your feet." Dooku said nothing....