The first length of soft-cotton rope binds my wrists together, and secures them to the headboard of our new brass bed. The second, draws my right ankle to the far corner of the footboard. The last, draws my left ankle to the near corner. A neatly folded silk scarf robs me of my sight. I am on my back: naked, and open. Completely at Aaron's mercy . . . How d...
After our light candlelit dinner, we sat for the longest time, saying very little and then only short phrases of affection, punctuating our long periods of looking through each other's eyes, drinking each other in. We moved into the living room and stood embraced by the fire, he standing behind me so that I felt warmth both from the fire and from his body...
All thanks to my editor shygirlwhore, as ever. This one is a little experimental in nature, an attempt to build eroticism mainly without sexual content. Let me know if it worked... * * * * * As Rosaline entered, the sun was slanting low through the expansive south-facing floor-to-ceiling windows of the room. There was an airy freshness to the scene, invig...
“First before I begin this chapter, I must acknowledge that credit for the story goes to 127 who gave me permission to publish it, who also is co-owner of it, now I’ve been working with 127 on Fan Service his story, if you have not read it, I suggest you do.” There is a world of the super rich elite’s that have such influence throughout the world, that they...
Adrian sighed. It was another seemingly endless afternoon pushing papers at her desk job. "What I wouldn't do for a little excitement", she thought. Bored and caught up on her work, she texted her husband, Jake, to see what he was up to. Jake had the day off and was probably working on projects around the house, but she hoped he might be able to provide a li...
Damien glanced over at his best friend Curtis, not sure how he had been talked into this particular situation. Curtis insisted that he had a special and memorable way to celebrate Damien's thirtieth birthday, that he would take him to a place where no one recognized him or cared that he was Damien Perucci. So far, Curtis has kept that promise, but then again...
You ever had one of those days when you've been neglected for so long by your husband that your mind starts to wander a bit? Really? Me too. I'm Lisa. I'm thirty-seven years old, married to Randy for ten years. He travels a lot, so I'm home a lot. I have black hair, I'm five-foot-five, very slim and fit and tanned. I tan a lot around my pool and had been d...
There's something about rain... That soft steady rain that plip-plops off the window ledge, hypnotizing you with its musical cadence, lulling you into doing things you wouldn't have ever considered before. This was one of those rains. It had been going on for hours, a soothing drizzle that whispered naughty thoughts in my ear, beckoned me outside and away fr...
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The squared circle, site of many a match and many a memory. From epic clashes between larger than life personas to those built upon the work rate of the performers involved; from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows, it has served as the canvas for many an artist. Anyway, enough about romanticizing the venue, let's get down to business for in this leag...