Authors note: Sadly, this story is basically true, with details modified to protect or enhance the story. I am left wondering: did I lose Darcy or never have her? ---------- Are You My Darcy? I lost her - my Darcy. Not like losing a pen or car keys. I had Darcy and I lost her. Maybe if I describe her you can help me find her again... Darcy is a should...
She was the last one left amidst the overly decorated trees, large plastic elves, and brightly wrapped empty packages that surrounded the plush red and gold throne. The last child had passed through for the night and thankfully tomorrow was Christmas Eve, the last day of the season. She had taken the job as a Santa's helper as a last resort. Her uniform cons...
I watch my son get into his father's car, wave and wait for them to disappear down the road. Then I close the front door, close my eyes and take a deep breath. This is where my time begins. Single parent with sensible job juggling bills and homework and cooking dinner is put to one side to allow somebody else to come through. Somebody a little bit darker, mo...
Alone in the darkness of my room, I climbed into bed, naked, my skin already tingling with anticipation. It would have been easy to push myself to orgasm in just a few minutes, as I had been turned on for hours, ever since we'd been together. But I knew you would be disappointed if I didn't show a little patience. I could still hear your voice, still feel yo...
She knew he was Dom, she knew by his grace, she knew by the strength she saw in his eyes, and the power he exuded. She was submissive, had been all her life and she easily recognized him for the Master that he was. She had hoped he would come to the hotel bar for his usual scotch nightcap and she was not disappointed. She had been watching him from the mome...
The guy who has the 14 inches is named James and Iv been with him 3 or 4 times and he is one who knows what he has and how to put it to good use. The last time I was with him I had run into him while I was over at a friends apartment and he was at the same complex visiting someone he knew. After a few minutes of small talk I could see the way he looked at me...
Fifty Shades of Grey is Good The Internet is full of blog postings, reviews, and essays, everything to do with this new phenomenon. Prior to reading the novels, I was blatancy rude in saying that this was just another 'band wagon' jump. I was sucked in more to determine if there was any merit to the craze that had caused all my female coworkers to be whispe...
Pacing like a caged lion, her thoughts twisted in her head. She had done wrong and she knew it. His eyes never left her. He let her walk. He let her work the details over in her mind. He could very easily stand up take her by the wrist and administer the punishment she so richly deserved, but he would not. He would sooner let her walk out of his life than a...
My Dear Sweet Master, Many apologies for being late in answering your very arousing email. I know this mere slave girl will be punished, but she is asking mercy. My Master is so good to punish me for my neglect and so good to this naughty slave when he uses her body for his pleasure. She lives for him and loves to feel his body on hers, his hard and throbb...
I have you a bit more to myself now, haven't I? I've seen off those other men: kind, nice men, chatting you up at parties. You were so safe with them, with those kind, nice men, weren't you? So safe with the old familiar routine: a chat up, a snog, a screw, meet again, do it all again. And you? Something missing, so not alive, so not... what is it that you w...