"Stay right there and don't move. I'll get the door," I said, moving across our lamp lit bedroom toward the French doors. Carl, my handsome husband, sat in a silky pair of boxers in the wingback next to the bed. A pink sash that I'd bought as a belt covered his eyes. I didn't want him to see what was happening too early or he might back out. He loved me and...
Whistling Through the Wheatfield Part Three I remember the field. Being with you there. Laying on piled clothes on the black soil. Your hair tickling my forehead while I kissed you deeply. Your eyes closed as you concentrate upon that kiss, your energy returning as your senses come back to you from a body-wrenching series of orgasms. My hard cock still ting...
"Can you give me a hand?" Turning, I met Laura Lee. She smiled at me, said she was new in town and asked if I would mind helping her move her stuff into her apartment. She gestured towards an antiquated pick up truck where I was shocked to see an older man who was straight out of "The Hills Have Eyes" glaring at me. He elbowed his way from the truck and st...
I stand at the door about to knock as my heart sounds like it will leap out of my chest from thumping so hard. A need so deep within me and I cannot deny it. It is part of me and I know it, to hide it from myself would only be lying. He has promised to give me what I need and now it is time to see if He indeed will be what I need. To make me whole. To let me...
I opened a window and let the outside world in. The white cotton curtains fluttered on the warm spring breeze blowing into the room. I inhaled deeply. Yes, definitely New Orleans. The warm moist air, the faint smell of something spicy mixed with the too sweet smell of some southern flower.... was it magnolia? Maybe jasmine or honeysuckle or gardenias even. I...
My wife's sister Cassie was 19 and finishing her first year of college. Due to having a college budget, for her spring break that year she had decided to spend half of it back home with her parents, and the other half visiting my wife and me. Saturday was her last day with us; she was going to have to make the drive back later that afternoon. My wife had a b...
I opened my eyes, squinting against the light pouring through the window at the foot of my bed. My purple pastel curtains parted to allow the bright rays of sunshine into my room. I drew back my quilt and lay there, admiring the images given off by my glass jewelry box my daddy had given me when I was a child. I smiled as the colors danced across my ceiling....
I woke up early… Our date was set for 10 am. It was 8 o'clock. I rang the reception and ordered breakfast with as much proteins as possible…I knew I would be needing them… It didn't take long to eat and I filled the bathtub with hot water and aromatic salts… I got my Gillette razor and foam, my bath towel, my deodorant and my perfume with me in the bathro...
As I run my fingers across your back allowing the tips of my fingers to touch your skin ever so softly, I run the back of my fingers allowing my nails to barely touch your skin realizing bra is creating an obstacle to the smooth lines of your beautiful flesh. I suddenly realize that your bra hooks in the back. You were instructed that your bra was to hook in...
I set the camera down and followed her over to an oak tree. It was great just to walk behind her as she stepped over to the tree. She reached the tree and turned, leaning her back against it. "So, how do you want me to do this?" I asked her when she handed me the rope. "What's the matter?" she laughed, "Haven't you ever tied a naked woman to a tree befor...