This is a continuation of the original story "Damion's Corporate Journey". Damion and Alexa, his protege and ex-girlfriend, are at a corporate training. A mix-up has put them in the same hotel room. Past emotions overwhelmed Damion and led to an erotic coupling over night. ***** Damion wished he had a freeze frame picture of her sun kissed breasts and fla...
After verbalizing our desires he did something I really found appealing and a bit scary. "What's up with Clayton?" he asked. I didn't want to sound too defensive but his comment caught me off guard. It shouldn't have, but it did because my marriage to Clayton was obviously the 900 pound gorilla in the room. "Nothing's up with Clayton. He's my husband and...
This is part of a longer piece, but should make sense on its' own. Would love to know what you think. Thanks. Eight o’ clock sharp, he’d said. And there she was. Right on eight o’clock. To be honest, Kyle hadn’t fully noticed her predilection for doing what he said, until it was pointed out to him. But once he’d seen it, he wondered how he’d managed to miss...
Erin Ch. 10: Retribution By Jonathan Quincy Graves {Note: This is the tenth in a multi-part story series cataloging the progressive evolution of a relationship between a dominant woman who provides leadership and discipline for her husband. Each installment can stand alone, but they read much better if you start at the beginning. Go to: Erin Ch.01 -- Femal...
When Sandy awoke, she was slumped in a cushioned chair, arms sprawled on a wooden surface, face resting against her arms. She pushed herself up slowly. A pale, balding man was sitting across the table from her, faded green eyes meeting her wary gaze. "Ah Miss Romanova. How nice to see you again. I think we started on the wrong foot. As you may remember, I a...
Chapter Nine - Pink Pussycats All good things come to an end and the six-week Reduced Operations Period at HMS Chelmsford ended on 15th January 1974. The Wrens and Leading Recruits were very busy as that day approached. The Depot needed to be de-winterised and preparations made for the return of the Ship's Company, the recruits, and the Wrens from their l...
Claire bit her lip and ran the note she was clutching across her fingers. As a scientist, she dealt in certainties; the plasticity, tensile strength, surface tension of materials could all be quantified. But this... she felt uncertainty, a deep, dark uncertainty. She held the note up again, reading each word carefully. Dr. Thaler, As you know, coffee beans...
I knew I was dreaming, the fuzzy edges were proof of that. Excitement bubbled up in my chest, I was going to see HIM again. I'd been having the same dreams for months. Each one brought butterflies and a slice of paradise. I felt strong arms around me and knew at once that they didn't belong to my husband. The well-defined chest under my head confirmed it; a...
Everyone knows the French Quarter is the best place to party in New Orleans. Every night, that entire neighborhood turns into one massive rave, fueled by happy people, live music, and a 'let's get fucked up' attitude. According to most, the hottest spot in the French Quarter is Bourbon Street. Bourbon Street is a crazy place, but it's not the hottest spot....
"Wow." Larya leaned over, her legs wobbling slightly to keep their balance. "Nice trench." The Slick Trench loomed—or did the opposite of looming—before the druidess and her friends. Far beneath the surface of the ocean, just beyond the continental shelf, the Trench descended well past the range of Larya's spell-enhanced ocean vision. She leaned over furthe...