This was told to my husband by a co-worker. I am relating it as best I can from what my husband said: 'My wife stayed late at work one night several weeks ago and then went to dinner with a co-worker. After a few drinks and munchies, he suggested that he'd rather have her for dinner than anything else. She showed him her wedding ring and told him that she...
I want you to take your time and dress in a scarf, a tight retro sweater, a bra, a simple skirt, and a pair of vintage stockings and garter belt Fix your hair simply, down. Wear heels. You'll enter the room, the fireplace lit and the flames licking off in the corner, a few candles closer to the loveseat. You'll take the Manhattan, enjoy a sip, and we'll t...
It is late Friday afternoon and I’ve only been home a few minutes. The phone rings. It is Kerry. Talking in her little girl breathy voice she wants to know if we could go out for dinner. Kerry is neither little nor a girl. She’s a quite well built professional woman in her mid-forties with grown up kids. We met at a seminar a month ago and over the course of...
My name is Anthony Taylor, Anthony to my friends, never Tony. On my visiting card I call myself Anton Schneider. A straightforward translation, harmless enough. However, the letters appended to my name, Dip. VIST, are, I admit, a fiction. I believe there is no academic qualification for sex therapists and therefore no Vienna Institute of Sex Therapists to aw...
"You want me to what?" He stood there, at the bedroom door, still holding his briefcase. She was sitting on the edge of the bed that was still not made, still only in her nightgown, even though it was already five in the afternoon. An all too familiar sight nowadays, he thought. "You heard me," she said and looked up. "I want you to stop cumming. Forever."...
Little girl; These are your Instructions for our session on Saturday, August 21. You will demonstrate your submission by following these Instructions exactly as they are given to you. There are to be no deviations. If any are noted corrective disciplinary measures will be meted out during the session. You will ring in at the security system at the front e...
We rejoin Mor, the orange amazon superwoman and our solitary traveling uh, well, ok, let's go ahead and call him a hero, for want of a more precise term, Baldo Rheen. Baldo has suffered some internal bruising at the hands (and feet) of Mol Dett; Mor's (now deceased) former slave master. Mor has set to making a tea of herbs and a poultice from flower buds she...
"Did you write today my sweet peach?" A question heard as your footsteps walk down the hall to our bedroom door. You see me sitting at my desk, lost in thought and typing away. You walk directly behind me and grab each one of my breasts, pinching my nipples with your index finger crooked and thumbs. "Ouch," I cry out as your face nuzzles in my neck. Lo...
A Play in One Act Two rooms are on either side of the stage. On the left is an older apartment furnished with a mid century style couch and chair, along with a coffee table. On the right is a sparsely furnished unit with peeling wallpaper, an old couch, a worn office chair, and two folding chairs with a TV sitting on top of another old chair up against the...
Summary: A young woman's insatiable sexual appetite lands her in a very precarious situation. Part One: I've been masturbating non-stop lately. Well, I shouldn't say that exactly because I haven't only been masturbating lately. I've been getting myself off frequently in-between fucking a lot of men. Something has awakened in my depths and I feel myself s...