The house is quiet as I come in. Just home from work the peace is relaxing and I take a moment to just lean against the door and breath. Standing upright I head upstairs slowly, the layers pealing off as I go... First my shawl and then the top underneath, next the oh so proper skirt. Stopping halfway up the stairs I set one foot a couple steps up and roll...
Stepping through the door to her studio apartment, she sighed in relief. Between her culinary arts courses at the local university and her job as a housekeeper, she was just happy to be home. At nineteen years old, she had left home first thing to pursue her dream of becoming a professional chef. It was a bit scary being away from her mom, dad, and three you...
I look up, as I hear the door close, the quiet 'snick' of the lock engaging, and wonder how long you have been standing there. Half hidden by the boxes of files, looking for paperwork you sent me for; I didn't hear you come in. It's not a small room, but it is certainly not big, either. Your normal, purposeful stride, changes to something more graceful, pre...
Poor Marsh, after a week of wind and drizzle, the temperatures took a nosedive. The project manager had been pushing extra hours trying to beat the deadline. Its good money, but between the weather, and the hours, they have been pushing you until you're dead on your feet. A massive storm blew in at the end of the day, so the safety manager told everyone to...
He said it was a birthday surprise. He knew that I was not looking forward to turning thirty this year. It wasn't the idea of thirty that bothered me, so much as the actual milestone. The actual event itself, coming at me with guns blazing. Did it have to be on Easter this year? Really, why must I always connect thirty and a national holiday? A fun holiday...
Your cellphone rings. You know who it is because of that special tone. It's me of course, the sexy little fox you call your girlfriend. You answer the phone, "Hello sexy." "Hey Hun. When will you be done with work?" I ask with a purr in my voice. "Pretty soon, why? Have we got something planned tonight?" "Maybe...I'll pick you up in half an hour. Love...
Dear Santa, I haven’t written to you in a while. Well, years actually. It’s not because I didn’t think about you but I thought you’d be busy with all the children in the world. As an adult, I didn’t want to bother you.... Oh and by the way, thank you for the doll when I was five. It was just what I wanted. Anyway, lately I’ve been feeling a little neglect...
We've been on this bed together, fully clothed, for what seems like hours now. The intensity and passion of our kisses has grown to near-frenzied groping; I can feel the damp heat of you through your pants, and there is no question you know exactly how hard you've made me. You turn me on so. It has taken every bit of self-restraint I possess to keep me from...
Wanda At The Beach told from the perspective of an audience member. I decided to write something for the fans of my exposure fetish fans so they don't abandon me while I write more relationship-driven stuff. When I heard about the event I thought it was too good to be true. I had always had kind of a crush on Wanda. She was pretty easy to crush on. She was...
Masters had a long hard day at work, I made his favourite meal as he arrives home. After finishing his meal, he decides to relax on the sofa with his best whiskey in hand. Master looks at me expectantly and pats the seat next to him on the sofa and beckons me to curl up next to him as we unwind for the evening listening to his favourite relaxing music. I can...