The Composer: A Confession of a Dream * * * For the lion, and the blue boy “What a dream I had, Pressed in organdie, Clothed in crinoline Of smoky burgundy, Softer than the rain…” Simon and Garfunkle, “For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her” I found myself standing before a mirror in an antiseptic, all-white room, wearing an unfamiliar, midnight blue, sleev...
"For heaven's sake, will you please hurry with that door," Olivia whined, stamping her heel on the worn cobblestone for emphasis, "I'm about to catch my death, and this lantern is beginning to get unbearably heavy!" "Shush!" Greta replied as she moved on to the next key on the heavy iron ring. The thick key slid noisily into the rusty lock, but wouldn't tur...
Day 2 Continued "So what shall we do now?" asked Sara, still glowing from the fuck session with the handsome older couple. "I don't know. I kind of feel like getting a drink." "Well, there are plenty of bars and clubs here. Let's check the directory." On the wall in the kitchen next to the courtesy phone was a small open topped file box with a book insid...
--This story was written a number of years ago under my old pen name Lady Kokomo. I hope you enjoy this sexy fantasy :)! --SWE ~ ~ ~ "Truth or dare?" Bianca asked as I settled down amidst the small group of girls. We were all sophomores and decided to use the game as a fun way to amuse ourselves while waiting for the first day of class. Even if no one to...
I sat on the couch, suffering to play the inane party game. In theory it was designed to allow the group to get to know one another better, in fact it simply allowed them to alternately brag about their conquests or pry into the past of someone they were interested in. I needed the validation the group dynamic provided even if I wasn't inspired by their inge...
I enter the castle moving quietly into the great hall you are sitting in your favorite chair watching the dance of the flames sipping ale. The firelight flickers over the rugged good looks of my Master, my breath catches in my throat, my eyes devouring your ruggedly handsome features and the strength in them. Hearing the whisper of my steps across the cold s...
This is a true story that happened about 3 weeks ago... I am a 26 year old marketing consultant who works in New York City and lives in the suburbs. I have always done very well for myself with women, I am "boyishly" good looking, very well built, and what some call a smooth talker . I have charmed many a woman into bed, but, The experience that I had a few...
Your car pulls up outside my work. I can feel the eyes of the men who would be my customers eye up my legs, my short skirt, convincing themselves that they are merely attempting to decipher the squirl of colour that is my tattoo, partially hidden by the red silk top of my hold-up. I open the door, it creaks and the scent of some cheap after-shave washes over...
The next day brought even more snow. Eleta and Rafe were content to stay indoors, and they ventured downstairs around noon in search of food. While Eleta prepared them a cold collation of bread, meat, cheese, fruit and wine. Rafe explored the main floor of the lodge. He was already familiar with the large front parlor and the kitchen, but there were several...
Music lesson 1 Let me tell you about a marvellous but unusual experience I have had over the past month. At the grand old age of 38, I am learning to play the clarinet and having regular lessons. I am a simple soul with little life experience, having married my childhood sweetheart at the age of 19. I must have been terribly naive over the years and not no...