When you come home from work, I am standing with my feet spread at least two feet apart in the middle of the living room. I am wearing the clothing that you laid out for me before you left. Tonight, that means nothing more than my burgundy lace nightgown with spaghetti straps. I have my hands behind my back, and my eyes are on the floor, just as you have ord...
It's Friday night and it's time to play. I am sitting in the wing back chair that faces our bed. My chair is about 8 feet from the foot of our four post bed. The bed has rope attached to each post and a large pillow that sits against the headboard. I am wearing a blue and white stripe shirt, navy plain front dress pants, a brown belt and brown lace wing-tip...
Once awake she lay in bed for a moment, shocked at herself. Slowly she stretched a hand out across the empty bed. She breathed a sigh of relief, then tried to figure out what had prompted her to have a one night stand. Not only a one night stand, but one with a complete stranger. Max? Mark? 'Oh my God,' she thought to her self, "I don't even know his name?"...
Though another 6 months might seem like a long time when planning an event like these two the time went quickly. Yes these two. Chris was planning something that only a few had any idea about. Kari and Trish were planning the main event and Chris was busy with the special one and the honeymoon. It is now the last week before the wedding. Everything but a...
The sky outside was overcast and dark, as the storm brew on the horizon; Stella got out the candles and lit them. Sitting them around the lovely small cottage anticipating that the electric may go out and if so then it would be the ideal time for them to have a nice playful night. And this would be the night that she gave Dave, his one most memorable fantas...
Over the previous week, Alicia and I had discussed our wedding night plans in detail. We were only to have Friday night and Saturday night, so we wanted to make sure that we made the best of them. The night before our wedding, we had exchanged, but not opened, wedding night gifts. Then, we had decided that one night would be "mine", and one night would be "...
You stand at my front door of my mansion. You have come a long way to be here, doing everything exactly as you were told to, wearing nothing but the full-length fur coat I gave you, black nylons, a black garter belt and shiny, black, leather, high-heeled shoes. The cool night air causes you to shiver as it blows up under the fur coat and chills the wetness b...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my st...
Before she met the motorcycle man, Bettina Heinke would have said that she lived a life that was unusual only in that it was so completely average in practically every way. But the motorcycle man had changed all that. He had changed her, in fact...although sometimes Bettina mused that he had simply awakened something that had always been inside of her...th...
You dash into the lobby from the rain in the low-cut, tight white dress I bought you. In the damp of the evening it clings to your curves, and every man in the lobby and the bar turns to look at you. You thrill at the attention, and you blush knowing that I wanted you to draw their eyes. You walk to the elevator, the air conditioning on your wet skin making...