A brief embrace in the driveway this the morning signals to me a day of chores and longing that will not be fulfilled until late evening when the drains of our time finally retire for the night. As you get into the van in the morning, your thoughts turn to the day ahead. The clients, supervision, and the irritating coworkers to come; oh what wonders the day...
I'm lying in bed naked, sleeping and dreaming. I dream that I'm lying on a deserted beach, nude, just where the waves splash onto the shore, so the water is slowly dragging me into the ocean. I can feel a cool breeze whispering through my hair and dancing across my nipples, making them hard. The water is lapping at my legs and sides, and I can feel it lickin...
As I start to wake up I stretch out taking advantage of the big empty bed. Looking at the clock I realize it's pretty early still. I run my hands down my body stopping briefly to tug at my nipples and feel them respond eagerly. I keep going down over my stomach and down my legs. Coming back up the insides of my legs I stop where the dampness starts. I'm na...
At 35, Ted had seen a lot of women. Not romantically, but professionally. His job was such that he would have a queue of women (many barely women) outside his shop. Ted was a bodypainter who traveled around the world following carnivals. A month in Spain, another in Mexico, that was his life. Eager tourists getting set to "gel with the locals" always lined u...
Blindfolded I sit nervously on the bed waiting for you to enter the room. I hear the door easing open as you step inside. Surrounded by new smells and sounds as I struggle to guess what you have planned for me. Setting a tray down beside the bed you then take the ties, caressing my body with them before securing me to the bedpost. Trailing kisses lightly d...
As I cuddled into Amber's plump flesh and lightly dozed she muttered as she fell into post-coital sleep that Jenny Green was her Mum. I would like to say that this brought me back to full wakefulness, but it really didn't, and as I continued to doze my memory took me back almost 25 years, and I dreamed / remembered the following, all with the fuzzy edges tha...
The Four Tones of Ecstasy Aggressive Demanding Passive Willing Part One: Willing The Nuances of Ecstasy in a subtle Capture The morning light filters in through the partially open window and the sheer creamy gauze curtains flutter in the soft breeze. The faint morning sounds muted against the hum and whir of the overhead fan bring me out of my dreams. I...
Hi again all you people out there! Bob again… yeah yeah... I know you people are sick and tired of my own introduction time and again. But what else can I do… but this, just to try and get some attention? Anyway, I’m adding the last few sentences from part 2 of which this story is a continuation. I’m providing this so that you people get an vague idea as to...
No one was home. No wife, no kids, no one. There were no messages on the answering machine, no note on the refrigerator. I went upstairs to check but no one was there either. In the master bedroom, on the VCR, was a note. "Play me," it simply read. I pressed the "play" button. What I first saw caught me dead in my tracks. I sat down on the bed and watched i...
Sorrell and Mia, best friends since school, were sunning themselves besides Sorrell and Dan's pool which was screened and nestled in a sun-dappled arbour, a part of the well manicured grounds of their comfortable home. ‘Baby is well, how are you getting on Sorrell, its been a pretty traumatic couple of months since she was born, although you've got your fig...