"Hey Victoria" I say as I walk into her house. It always smells like Italian food whenever I come over. She loves to cook. She's little. She can barely reach over the stove. She's about 5'3", with untamable wavy brown hair that comes right beneath her collarbone, and intriguing hazel eyes with the slightest touch of green, but you have to look closely to see...
This is the true story of meeting my online Dom/Lover and how he gave me my very first spanking. It's an exploration of the emotional and physical aspects of my desires and needs. If you're looking for a quick sex scene, look elsewhere. I hope you enjoy reading my story as much as I've enjoyed living it. **************************** Just now we've met........
As the kiss intensifies, question after question starts racing through his mind, although very few of them are actually coherent. The most consistent one is 'where is this [affection] coming from?' Other questions that follow are ones like 'Is she for real?'; 'Am I breathing?'; 'Should I pull her into the tub with me?', and 'Will she mind?' While the status...
(Years ago when I first started to read erotica, the books I could find were the Victorian era stories done by Anonymous writers. I still love to read those stories; they have a timeless quality about them. This is in a way my tribute to those works of writers long gone but not forgotten. Even though we may not know their names.) * In the summer of my eig...
Who, what, where, when, why? Have I lost the trail again? Have I lost myself in the moment and forgotten how to breathe? How to think? How to remember? This is all I know in those panicked minutes. That they come, moments when I lose my grip and tumble, and that I have to focus, focus, focus. When I find myself in a car, in a bed, in a room, and I find nothi...
Before you go any farther, I have a confession to make. I don't know exactly why I am writing this. I'm not sure where this is going to go. It was bothering me all last night, these thoughts and ideas that come to light in these words. I've never had a good relationship with my father, yet that is to say that I have never had a relationship at all with my fa...
Author's note, none of the characters are below the age of consent. *** Here I was staring into a full-length mirror, seeing myself glowing in my wedding dress. At 44 years old I never thought the day would come when I would be a blushing bride. As I stared my mind wonders back to my childhood. I was born a boy, Brian Cole. From an early age I knew I was d...
All participants in the story are over the age of 18. This is intended for those who like BDSM stories centered around DDlg. This is NOT a tale of incest! ***** Folding my hands in my lap I sat up straighter. I wasn't going to let someone micromanage me anymore. "With all due respect Sir, my personal life is no one's concern but mine." "I'm glad my parent...
We'd been "dating" for two weeks, and I told John that I wanted to make dinner for him. I was eager to demonstrate what a good girlfriend I could be. The problem was that I wasn't much of a gourmet, and I didn't think my usual fare of pizza bagels and soup from a can would impress him. It's not that I couldn't cook, but I'd been so busy the last few months w...
"SURPRISE!" Jordan and Alaric shouted, as his mother opened the door. Finoula MacLeod put her hand to her heart in shock, and started to cry, as her newly minted daughter-in-law and her youngest son surged forward to hug her. She smacked him about the shoulders in mock anger as she pulled her daughter-in-law to her side... "You awful child! You told me tha...