Marie-Beatriz and I have been together now for several years. We live and work in England, although both of us are French. In fact her name shows the influence of her Basque ancestors, as do her green eyes and blonde hair. At one metre seventy and fifty-five kilos (five- six and 120 pounds, give or take), she gets noticed in most places, particularly as she...
It's starting to get late, and my eyes are beginning to tire. It has been a quiet evening. I'm in bed, reading a book and winding down for the night, waiting for you to return home from your shift at work. I glance at the red numbers of my alarm clock. It confirms to me what I already know...I should have closed the book and turned out my lamp a while ago....
My wife and I are happily married. We share all our fantasies together. She's hot, and I'm comfortable with myself. Anyway lately we've been busy. We've shared a couple of fantasies and had some good sex, but not like we used to. We agree with one point. We don't want to be single, but we do miss the newness. While discussing our point with a single male fri...
It was almost ten o'clock and the house was all quite. Hollie and her friend from college, Dawn, had gone out earlier and Anne had taken some medicine to help her sleep thru the night so she would be out the rest of the night and not even a tornado would wake her. With the house all peaceful I set down in the den and turn on the computer thinking now I might...
Gina and Maria have been best friends since elementary school. They spend all their free time together and are practically connected at the hip. Since they both are enrolled at the local university, they have yet to be separated. Since Maria's parents divorced, Gina's parents have become like foster parents to Maria. She talks to Gina's mom like she would t...
I lit a cigarette and started walking down the sidewalk. It was a beautiful day -- seventy degrees with a slight cool breeze. Perfect weather for the middle of June. Briefcase and blazer in one hand, I crossed the street and began heading toward my upper flat four blocks down. I blew a thin stream of smoke and began reminiscing about my long day at the offic...
Author's note: This falls under the "satire" portion of this category. This story is dedicated to a select group of people who leave public feedback, many – but not all – of whom share the same name. * I was really looking forward to getting home. It'd been a long-ass day and I was hoping for maybe a little sex with my wife. When they made up that bit a...
The messages arrive on your phone as you leave work: "You were too tired last night for this to be fair or effective, but you are not now." "From the moment you return home until your punishment is complete you are Slave, not Sweet young lady, once your punishment is complete you will once more be my Sweet." "Undress in the hall then and kneel by my chai...
Dear Diary, Diary, these past two days have been perhaps the most eventful, wonderful, sinful, and liberating days of my life. Where to even start, my heart is still pumping with the excitement of it all. I can hardly think straight. It started this Friday night, when mother and father informed me that they would be departing for several days to pay a visit...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** "Shh. Hey! No, I said—" The sound of giggling wakes Jane up. She groggily reaches in the half dark for her phone. 1:24. She groans quietly and closes her eyes. "Not here!" Another giggle. Jane sighs and sets her phone down. Her roommate Laura is home late, probably drunk, a...