A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 60). This story c...
As always Christine arrived in a fanfare of chatter, and after the niceties I could tell she had something to discuss. She beat about the bush a bit saying that Frank wouldn't do this but maybe Allan would be interested. This piqued my interest and I asked her to get to the point. She produced an advert cut from a local rag that said, "Performance artists...
The House on Congress Street was right across from the little park. It was a quiet street in a prosperous Brooklyn neighborhood, sandwiched between Carol Gardens and Brooklyn Heights. Jimmy O'Reilly didn't see any hill in the Cobble Hill district. As far as the Albany attorney could tell, the area was as flat as a pancake with its eastern border fixed by the...
Those of you who are familiar with my stories know that I have a desire to express the concept of prick teasing as a consensual sexual role play. I have always been fascinated with it, particularly in the context of it as a subset of female domination. As you are probably aware by now, my techniques are not the typical sadism or degradation / humiliation tha...
Chapter 8 -- "Socrates' Mistresses" Maria Elena woke up early and set up the kitchen so Cecilia could prepare breakfast. Cecilia entered the kitchen with a rather concerned look on her face, partly because Pedro was still in bed sick, and partly because correctly suspected that she had interrupted something between her housemate and Victor. As usual, the...
It was the middle of winter when I turned eighteen. It was odd, but during that winter I put on a late growth spurt, gaining at least another inch in height and filling out in various other places. Boy, did I fill out. I moved up several cup sizes in the boobs department. I'd always had breasts that could be kindly described as on the smallish side. Suddenly...
Luke Whittingham is an artist. He was born in 1967. He was prominent in the 90s on the London Art scene. His most famous work to date is "Committed to Death" (2004), an installation which can be seen in The Royal Academy, London. He currently lives in SoHo with his two cats. Lucy and Mary. The shop window is full of televisions sets. Each one shows a differ...
The beeping of the car alarm startled her from the delicious fantasy. Margot found her hands moist. She wiped her hands on the thin material of her slacks to dry them. The sensation warmed her thighs, reminding her how moist she had become. She slowly raised her hands toward her hips. Her inner thighs had heightened sensitivity to her own touch. She wiggled...
The club was filled with party people, happy, smiling, and not entirely sober. The music thumped; a deep resonance, like a heartbeat, that Della felt through the soles of her feet. "I'm too old for this," she muttered to herself and then grinned wryly, shaking her head at the ridiculousness. "I must be the oldest person in here." A petite, blonde girl pushe...
After what had seemed like years, it was finally happening. I had agreed to fly to Phoenix to meet Katherine. In reality we had only been chatting online for a few months, but our conversations, while starting off innocently enough, eventually turned into kink and BDSM. I have been a sub for as long as I can remember, and it felt good to be able to open up t...