I fought it off for two days, but on the third day I gave in. Anita and I had agreed to take things slowly – we would see each other next weekend, and in the meantime, we would not look for each other at work. But on Wednesday, I couldn't hold back any more, and went to her office. "Do you have an appointment this evening?" I asked bluntly, standing in the...
Both parties in this story are of legal age and are in no way related. They live in the Dom/Daddy and sub/babygirl role in their relationship. ***** You and I have been seeing each other again in a "vanilla" relationship for a short time, but exclusive like we have been looking forward to for years. We continue to talk and research the lifestyle that we ho...
For Joey and Christi, thanks for being so patient waiting for this! She woke up snuggled next to her husband, nestled into his arm, her head on his bare chest, and wondered if it had all been a dream that had left her face flushed, her body feeling completely satisfied. The brush of a smooth, toned leg that belongs to neither her husband nor her reminds he...
When I woke up the next morning, the fire had all but burned itself out. A few embers remained, glowing red and angry, the only remnants of the logs we'd thrown in the night before. I could hear the rain outside, drumming steadily upon the roof of the cabin. Old Man Thunder grumbled in the distance, like a giant rousing itself from slumber. "So much for...
It was a good night at the Crow's Nest Coffee House. The audience was larger than usual, probably because it was the beginning of the tourist season. My set went off without too many problems, rare when I'm working on new songs. At the end of the evening several people came up to the stage, where I was packing up my guitar, and commented on my playing. This...
Until I'd found Jim's diary (I think guys call them journals), I hadn't a clue that he felt like he did. It must have been such an awful thing, to have such desire and such longing, and to believe that he must never let me know. At first I admit that I was shocked. As I read further, however, my shock changed first to sorrow and compassion for his struggle,...
I didn't think I'd write this story at all. Why, because I know no one would believe it for a start. So, why am I writing it now. I suppose I still get a thrill for thinking about it and I have read many stories on line about this same topic. Though some are very hard to believe. So I'll leave it to you the reader to think for yourself how real this is. Ok....
Jinny, a very tall and rather muscular Asian woman, was on her hands and knees pretending to scrub a probably imaginary spot on the kitchen floor. She was wearing a black pleated skirt with a number of layers of white fabric that was short enough to expose her white cotton panties in the position she was in. When Jack came in, she turned her face to look a...
Maggie woke up in an amorous mood that morning. She bounded out of bed, fed the kids breakfast and got them off to the school bus in record time. She was looking forward to jumping back in bed with her husband when he entered the kitchen. Maggie was disappointed to see Keith had already showered and dressed. “You’re going in early?” she asked dejectedly. “...
(This is a two part story. This story is from the slave's perspective. The other part of the story is from the mistress's perspective. It is Training Slave Silk, Ch 6, by norma jeanne. It is probably best to read Training Slave Silk first and this second, however if you prefer you can read this one first.) * * * * * I woke stretching and yawning like a big...