Another, incredibly long day. Where anything and everything is so wrong. I walk into the house, just wanting to sit down and vegetate for the next 12 hours. As I walk through the house a fantastic smell comes from the kitchen. At the entry table is a candle burning with a bottle of wine opened and two empty glasses. Fresh garlic bread, herbs, mushrooms. Whic...
I wake up facing the window and wondering at what point in the night I grabbed your hand. Your arm is draped over me with our hands interlocked over my heart. I can feel your steady breath on my neck, your face nuzzled in my hair, and your morning wood resting against my backside. I take a moment to smile in the morning sun and take it all in before my body...
Author's Note: This is my first uploaded story. Please tell me what you think. But keep this in mind: I don't like criticism. If you didn't like it, I don't want to know. * We have been drifting apart. Whereas I have little sexual inhibitions, you have many. For five years I have wanted to do something, but I was afraid of how you would react. I am so frus...
My eyes are still adjusting to the darkness that surrounds me. The cold tile under my knees. I hear movement of chains in the background. I hear his footsteps coming towards me. Masters lips are on my nipples, his teeth pulling on them. His tongue is flicking the tip and rolling over it. He sucks it into his mouth. The chain is running along my body, I can f...
I'm a psychologist by trade, but I'm far from your mainstream therapist, and I'm certainly not a Freudian—although to be fair, in spite of the faults we can find today in a lot of his theories about the psyche, the guy did open the door to self-reflection, and that can't ever be a bad thing. He thankfully paved the way for (and helped mentor, at least for a...
It is late, and finally I am in that brief peaceful time between when the children are in bed and I go to bed. Although I am engaged in chat with several people right now, including you, I get up and head to the bathroom, saying nothing polite to anyone because I cannot be bothered to take the time. I remove my shirt and stare at myself in the mirror, and th...
Her whole body is aching... her muscles tense... she moans softly and arches her back... her nails leaving light trails as she runs them across her skin... her eyes closed tight as she feels her breath coming in small pants...the softest scent of apples rising from her skin... her mind filled with only Him, the hunger in her body building rapidly... her feet...
We had had 'The Talk' in the afterglow of that first evening of sex in our newly-revised relationship, less than a month before we exchanged vows. There is nothing more abjectly terrifying – for either person – than laying bare your soul at such an intimate level. He admitted his wants, needs, and desires; I reciprocated. He did, indeed, have a 'sissy' strea...
This story is submitted for the 2011 Valentine's Day Contest, hopefully you'll enjoy it :D Don't forget to vote My Forever Love Alina Thompson looked out blankly at the wall of the city metro station, she desperately wanted to get home and crawl into her bed and hide from everything. It was Valentine's Day once again, she couldn't stand the constant barrag...
(Day 15) Cindy woke up early, her bladder screaming for release. She rolled over and nudged Rob. When he opened his eyes, she grunted at him and pointed at herself and then at the bathroom. He nodded his understanding and began the process to unlock her from her latex. It took a while, but eventually she was naked, dancing around and holding herself to avoi...