It seemed to take forever before we reached your room. My body still burning for you; my desire on edge as I watch you reach your hand into your pocket for the key card. Then your fingers, the ones that not so long ago had been filling my aching slit, slip the card into the door and hold it open for me to walk in. Walking in my eyes look you over again. I w...
My wife and I have had a fantasy for a while about involving another person. We have been to a few strip clubs where she has really got off on a woman lusting after her and writhing her body all over hers. The fantasy evolved into the potential of another man joining us, we always spoke about him watching only and this was something she was adamant in. We s...
My lover, my best friend, my owner, No one but you will know who sent this letter to whom, but they will all know that somewhere there is a man who is worshiped by his woman, bitch, slut, cock-sucking anal whore. I love and need you with a desperateness I have never before felt and never have I been so sexually active. In my 37 years I had not imagined bein...
Amelia could tell that her Sir had a bad day at work. He wasn't at all his normal self when he returned, his blazer thrown on the couch, joining it in a heap. He normally came to her when he got home from work, held her as he knew she didn't like being alone for that long. Something was wrong, and she knew she had to make it better. She knew better than to a...
The phone rings, startling me. It's Him. I'm not surprised. He usually calls this time of night to hear all about how my day was on His way home to the love of His life. His life partner. His best friend. Today was not a good one and I'm snippy. Short-tempered. Not in the mood for anyone else's shit. Taking it out on Him intentionally. "Watch your tone, gir...
Our final presentation in one of our communication class required long presentations from one student and counter statements from another. Somehow, as the dice rolled, you would be presenting, and I would be refuting your arguments. This kind of verbal battle was what killed our relationship in the first place, but I particularly didn't see any potential har...
She quickly composed herself as she heard the bathroom door open, then footsteps in the hallway and a brief silence as he waited to be acknowledged. She stood, pivoting gracefully to face him she looked him over and nodded her head in approval. It was so hard to maintain a cool exterior around him sometimes, he really was beautiful. He was only a few inches...
Previously, Megan discovered a French Maid outfit when she was unpacking some of her boyfriend's boxes after just moving in together two weeks ago. She wears the outfit and cleans the living room and changes back before her boyfriend returns home from work. Now the story continues on... Friday has finally come and that means Mitch finishes work early today...
This is a story I have written based on a forum I read about dressing-up in lingerie and uniforms while cleaning the house. I have chosen my favorite character Megan for those out there who asked for her. Once again thanks for your support and comments, keep them coming. Today was like any other day, the last two weeks was very exciting for me cause my boyf...
I lay lonely in my bed thinking of him, always him... His face, his touch, the velvet sound of his voice as it whispers across my skin. Gentle as the caress of a soft evening breeze, but possessive, consuming. I am his; no qualms, no fears, but does he know? My body begins to squirm voicing its frustration. I know. I need him, that is what runs through my mi...