This is a recent autobiography; however sex tragic one of me, Laura. Nickname: Vixxx. Aka: Wanton Vixxxen. Wife {twice over} mother to six {NEVER over} grandmother of thirteen and still counting with the youngest chick getting married and leaving the roost next year. Interior designer/ retail merchandiser by day; writer by night and Dominatrix anywhere in- b...
Thanks to my anonymous editor * The day passed. Dinner followed the same format as before. The twins fed Tyler and Brenda first and the care-giving trio ate afterwards. However, this time the atmosphere was much different as all joined in the conversation. Bath-time followed and the eager twins volunteered to handle the preparations. When Brenda, Tyler...
I was driving through the mountains, returning home after visiting my family. I saw the storm approaching, but after driving two hours, I decided to push forward. The rain is torrential. I consider pulling over when lightning crashes down in front of me. It hits a huge tree. As I see the tree falling, I put my breaks on, but I start to skid on the wet pave...
Heathrow Airport, Terminal 3. What a hellhole. There is no more depressing airport than Heathrow in winter; low ceilings, inadequate lighting, crowds of weary travelers speaking a hundred languages. With my boarding pass in hand I stood at the gate, trying to rise above it all while I waited to board the flight to San Francisco. The Gate Agent took my pass...
= The Nightmare = by Jeanne D'eau and Cespenar AUTHOR'S NOTE: The original seed of this tale came from a fellow writer here who asked me for a critique and to possibly illustrate or do a graphic version of it at some point. The basic concept and storyline is Cespenar's; I fleshed out the characters, backstories and settings and made a few changes. I do no...
No, this not another ménage a trois but a story of three terribly interesting women, one a fabulous fuck, one joyously manic, and the third, a Simone de Beauvoir gone South: The Three Claires. Paul and his friend, the intellectual Claire, had been promising to introduce me to the other Claires ever since I moved in next door. But it wasn't until Mardi Gras...
A little talking too. As they all filed out I held the door with my left hand and held Jane's bum tightly with my right. 'Right, young lady. What's all this about offering yourself as a massage subject. I think you need a little practice first. With me.' Just in case there was any doubt in the matter. She squealed excitedly. The idea of telling her off s...
I can't remember when I first started to forget. I can't even remember whether it happened suddenly or whether it just happened gradually - you know: over a period of months or even years. Logically, I think that it must have happened over a period of time. Otherwise, I think that I would have noticed it a lot sooner. I think that quite a few of us forget t...
Sydian~For the Sensual For the sensual, description is everything. The collar. The collar is custom-made; one of two; her request. This particular one matches the corset. The corset—the "bustier." The collar. Literally, no choker here. She is disciplined. Her collars merely evoke ownership. She belongs. She is well kept; and kept well. Tonite: more adventur...
A swirly cloud of something that looked like fog filled the room, and then it faded into the night. You, John lay sleeping in the bed, covers pulled up to your chin. The clock next to you showed "6:59", then quietly flipped to "7:00" and began to beep. You were asleep, and right in the middle of a very exciting dream, when the loud beepin...