This story continues based on the premise that Stephanie is for real, and does want to play the exhibitionist, and wants to play with me. I know, you need to really suspend disbelief on this one, but hey, it's my fantasy. You should read chapter one to understand how we got here. +++++++++++++++++++++++ I left my office around 11:30. It was about a 20 min...
This story was so much fun, I had to share it with someone. It's a true story that happened to me this past week. I had some friends (two guys from back east) come in town for the week and I was going to show them around. There were a couple of events going on, so we had plenty to do and kept busy all week. Well, as the week came to a close, we decided to...
For quite some time my wife, Claire, and I had been using the fantasy of involving one of her work colleagues, Tom, in our lovemaking, resulting in some of the wildest sex we'd ever had in our 12 year relationship. It had taken a little time to get her to admit that she fancied him, but once she did, it made a huge difference. Listening to her shouting his...
It was another boring night on the road, stuck in a great hotel alone. I was passing time looking through the Craigslist post when this one caught my eye. Couple looking to be properly spanked - was the header. As I read further, they described themselves as a young fit couple with submission fantasies. They wanted to be put over the knee and spanked. It is...
"There you are, baby girl! I was beginning to get worried. You're late!" "Sorry, the traffic was ridiculous. More-so than usual." I walk into your house, and you give me a kiss on the forehead as you shut the door. Once I am safely inside, I take off my shoes and, at your invitation, sit down on the sofa. You sit down next to me, and put your arm around m...
We wake up in the morning in separate beds, our partners next to us, and we both roll over to look outside at the new snow that has fallen on the ground over night. The trees are beautifully showered with thick white snow, and the hills surrounding the cabin look very tempting in the blazing morning sun. I rub my eyes and get out of bed slowly as not to wake...
Years ago, Kreimer's Bier Haus on Reading Avenue at the edge of the German District had had a certain elegance. But when Frau Kreimer succumbed to pneumonia, old man Kreimer gave up the façade of respectability. The once jazzed up bar smelled of old carpet and furniture oil. Cigar smoke clung to the ceiling like dirty gilt. The sagging springs on the bar sto...
The woman had it all to him: sculpted body, chiseled face, luxuriously long hair, long, almost witch-like fingernails, and an attitude that lent it's way to the inviting touch of a strangers hand. For years, she had driven him to the brink of carrying out his fantasies with and about her; opportunities certainly were plentiful, however, the wash of self-doub...
Well this started years ago when I was in Nashville on a business trip for the machining company I worked for, I learn quickly and at the age of 21 I was calling on customers for the company, this was not my thinking when I got into the machining business. I was there for a week and visited the same bar each night because of the food and the music, being a...
A Journal By Faith Lehane. Disclaimer: I own neither BtVS/AtS nor Rizzoli Isles, they belong to their own respective copyright owners, and willingly forego any financial remuneration for this work of literary fiction; I will not accept a single red cent for this, or more- I will accept only praise, not any financial payment at all! Summary: Faith writes in...