The next morning I arose early as instructed and prepare the tea. At the appointed time, I awoke my wife and served her in bed. After several minutes, she turned to me where I was kneeling on the floor and said: "While I am taking my shower, I want you to prepare my vegetable/fruit juice in the juicer, assemble my lunch and arrange my keys and phone for me o...
You sit up fast from your bed. You need to clear head, an being here doesn't hold that chance. You stand and look at your dresser then your closet; decide that he's not going to notice anyway and start to pick out clothes. It's early evening; the sun dipping into the horizon, the moon peeking over the other one. The cool breeze driving the stifling heat back...
I wrote this for a friend who asked me to create for her an overly intense scene involving a first meeting. As you read it, keep in mind that it was written to be very over the top, and not at all what most would consider acceptable for a first sexual encounter. -- -- I am glad you enjoyed meeting me as much as I enjoyed meeting you. Meeting someone from t...
I didn't know how best to describe my desires as I grew older, at least I never truly acknowledged them from fear of judgment until I met Him. January. Two weeks ago. I was rushing to class when I first saw Him. He was chatting with a good friend of mine, dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans. He was undeniably gorgeous with bright green eyes and black h...
Córdoba, Argentina The trek up the stairs takes almost thirty minutes to scale. There are no other doors connected to the stairway except for the one at the top. A wave of relief courses through them when Sam and Spencer reach the top—not only because the climb was over but because no lights came on and no guards appeared. "This is almost too easy," Sam sa...
Carefully, i looked at myself in the mirror. My short black dress was figure-hugging, and drew attention to my generous bust. My hair draped over my shoulders in soft waves, and my stiletto heels added a couple of extra inches onto my height. I smiled, excitedly grabbed my keys and ran to my car. I was on my way to a friend's house for the night. However,...
Feminazi key holder. "Starting bids at $1 to purchase this man?" That question was the beginning of the end of my life as a free man. I had fallen foul of the new debtor laws. Essentially we had returned to Roman style indentured servitude when made bankrupt. Your debt was sold to the highest bidder and you were their legal property for life. "I bid $1",...
As this is an obvious continuation of a previously submitted story, reading the first three chapters will enhance your understanding and enjoyment of this chapter. * You pick up a bag from behind the bar and place it on the bar. You toss my keys next to my bag. "Your car is in the garage; you're free to leave any time. But I'd really like you to stay and...
My stepdaughter Julie stumbled in through the front door of my house, and she was dressed in a yellow short skirt, a white top, and a faux fur coat. In short, she dressed like a hooker even though I overheard her protesting her virginity to a boyfriend on the telephone last week. She is a 5'3" blonde with a round bottom that protrudes out of the backside of...
We were to meet near a mall, at a point which was equidistant for both of us. It was a beautiful day - one of the first really warm days for April. When I pulled into the lot he was not there yet. Since it was a gorgeous day, I got out of the car and walked to the front, leaning against the front bumper, soaking up the warm sun, to wait for him. I was dresse...