Broken-record time: Almost all of my writing is based, to some degree, on real people and / or events in my life. This one is no exception, but it's about 99% fiction. There's a lot (I think) of character development, and some explicit sex; but this is not designed to be a stroke story. It's intended to be about loving relationships, both sexual and nonsexu...
The train was packed. Rush hour traffic in central Tokyo means being packed in like a tin of sardines as most of Tokyo takes to the rail system to get to where they're going. As an American, however, the Japanese try to give you a little space, but "space" in this instance only meant that no one was pressing against you like all the other Japanese, but inste...
He called earlier that day and told her to dress to kill. "The outfit is in the box on the table. That is what I want you to wear. Be ready by 8." He hung up. She went to the table and opened the box. She pulled out a white button down blouse, sheer, and a plaid schoolgirl uniform skirt, white panties, white anklets, and saddle shoes. "What the heck is he...
Chapter 9: The Journey Northward I figured if I was really going to take the search for my newly discovered half-sister seriously, I needed a crash course in speaking passable Thai. Luckily, for me, one of the students who had graduated from the school was willing to teach me. Nok, my Thai instructor, was a fun loving guy about my age with a great deal of p...
Note: Sorry for the long break between stories, but I was rather distracted by unforeseeable situations. With most of these resolved, I remind readers that this story deals with consensual domination between two adults. For more information about the characters, I refer you to part 1 of this story. ***** Part 1: Coming Home I turned off my '69 Charger in...
It wasn't a strange relationship by any stretch of the imagination, but not one I dreamed of several years ago when it first started. My lifelong idea of how lap dancers plied their trade was that they went from customer to customer as quickly as they could in order to maximize the potential income for the evening. On occasion they would stay with a particul...
Characters in sexual situations are 18+ yrs. ***** His arms held her in a vise-like grip as he stood behind her in line at Starbucks. Lillian loved how her boyfriend held her. Sure his grip was constricting and her lungs felt like they were about to collapse, but it made her feel wanted. She felt safe and loved in his strong arms. Shen nuzzled her neck, k...
Position. That was the problem. He was sitting in the cheap apartment he'd rented to save money while he was getting his credit equivalencies, after getting back. He was frustrated and pissed off. The school work bored the shit out of him and he hated the professors at the community college. They were a pack of soft, pudgy, pasty, smirking, condescending ci...
Jenny was 40 years old and still single. She was black or rather brown. She had light skin probably a gift from some ancestor being raped by their slave master back in the day. She didn't inherit the hair that usually comes with it, soft and curly but instead had a head of kinky black hair that was very conditioned and was probably still just of soft on top...
I smiled, looking at Clara resting her head on my chest, the way she usually does in the morning. But something felt different... Wait! Everything from earlier in the day came rushing back all at once, and I realized why these wake-up snuggles felt different: Clara's beautiful face was resting on my impressive bust! Clara laughed at feeling me jerk in sur...