You touch my shoulder and I turn to look up at You smiling. The look in Your eyes stops me in my tracks, smile fading, eyes instantly lowering. Silently, You stand and take my hand, pulling me with You. "Master...." I start to ask, but I feel a finger on my lips quieting me and I know, there will be no talking tonight. I follow You closely up the stairs to...
This is one of my first fictional works and may not be great in the eyes of others. I’m willing to learn but from the perspective of women and women only. Since I cannot claim to know what lies in the minds women…especially the dominant woman, I cannot effectively provide the best written stories. I seek feedback from ALL women, but greatly encourage opinion...
The ad was clear, a young female 20 something professional seeks roommate to share a two bedroom two bathroom on the Upper West Side. After an afternoon of women I wouldn't want to share a taxi with, Alex walked in. I was surprised to say the least. Alex was young, professional, looked pretty put together, but Alex was definitely not a woman. He was fit, tal...
*Story not intended for readers under 18. Daddy and Babygirl are both over 18, and are not related, they are simply pet names they have given one another* * Daddy walks into the office and tells Babygirl to get off the computer and get ready to go to town. Babygirl turns around and pouts at Daddy "but Daddy I'm in the middle of talking to my friends! Can'...
Waiting for the elevator: The memory of the joy of sex with women has receded into her past. She has a vague recollection of some of the activities, probably more vivid for having repeated the stories over and over for her Chester husband. There was the occasion of couple play where she and Cindy intimately caressed and pleasure each other under the directi...
It's a rare occasion when I beat Lucia home from work, but tonight, I did. We're both professionals; we both work late. But usually, I work later than she does. Tonight, I was home by seven, even after stopping at the grocery for a roast chicken and some fresh rolls. But not home long enough to change out of my suit before she came home. Lucia, ten minutes...
Chapter #9 Boning up for grades I did really well in freshman biology. Well enough to be allowed to take osteology, a 300 level course. It's about bones, no, not boners, bones; there's even a book called 'The Bone Lady' which is great fun. The professor was a hunk. He hailed from Georgia, and I could just hear it in his lilt. He was broad shouldered, wit...
She sat on the bedroom floor sorting through photographs, each package in order by date, every picture labeled and dated on the back. This was her history, these snapshots held the story of her life and though she would some day pass away, those photos will tell her story long after she's gone. She shuffled through different packages reviewing the memories e...
It is still dark when the phone rings. Sleepily, she rolls over to answer it. A soft, muffled "hello" is whispered into the receiver. On the other end she hears a quick intake of breath. "Good Morning baby." "Hmmmm, Hi honey." "What's my baby doing?" "Hmmmmm, just stretching out here," as he hears the bedsheets crinkle in the background. His voice chang...
Ready Goosebumps run up my arms and down my spine as you buckle my collar from behind. "Is that too tight, baby?" You ask me as you push your hips into my bottom from behind, pushing me up against the door. "No," I respond. "It feels perfect." This brings a smile to your face. I can't see it, but can feel it against my neck as you bury your face into t...