WARNING: You might not be the right audience for this story. I originally wrote this to share only with my wife, however I thought maybe someone else would appreciate the very slow approach that she and I are taking to exploring this fantasy. If you're looking for some immediate, hot sex scenes you'll be disappointed. There is some sex, especially in Part 3...
'It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for.' I must have been about ten the first time that I heard this. I was out in the garden, practising bowling at a single cricket stump with an old tennis ball. My mother was drinking tea on the terrace with her friend Rosie. When I heard 'It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for', I thought that t...
It's 2:15am when he asks, "so how do you feel about this?" I tilt my head to look over at him as we walk toward his car. The gentle quiet of the residential street is broken only by the rhythm of our footsteps. "About what?" I ask. He flips his hand back and forth between the two of us. "This." Oh. I think back to earlier this evening. He'd spilled wine o...
Tuesday night. Quiet. I am sitting in an overstuffed striped chair by the window, a streetlight spreading a candle like glow over the pages of the book I’m reading. Hardly anyone here and it is quiet, except for the sound of my stockings scraping against each other when I shift my thighs, which I am doing frequently, given the content of the book I am readin...
Having sex in a bar bathroom has always been on my "fuck-it list", but it never seemed like I could get the chance. They tend to design bathroom doors to notice if two people go into one, or if someone goes into the wrong one. Either the bar is way too busy, there's never an opportunity to sneak into the men's room with my boyfriend, or it's too slow that th...
A quiet autumn night on Cape Cod, a quiet inn with views of the ocean on three sides, a quiet weekend together, eating dinners, taking long walks, sharing breakfast in bed, letting the time slowly pass through us. After a nice Italian dinner, three full courses and too much desert, we head back to the inn to sit on our favorite chairs on a side porch, one...
A/N. So normally I would do more research while writing a story but since this is online and I'm not writing it as a midterm (smiles), I've been more lax. I apologize in advance if something is way off base or inaccurate. The prologue is a backdrop with not much dialogue. It picks up though. I promise. ***** Light Heart "Yes mother," Light Heart repeat...
Like this one time, I met this friend of mine when she was visiting Toronto for a few days. ;) Yup, I had been working all week, but there was nothing going on that day so I was stuck in the yard. I was playing on the internet when she phoned me up and invited me out. We hadn't seen each other since that last story I told you, and I wasn't sure how she was...
She fought through the crowd again, the ruckus of men slapping her ass and rubbing against her. Her face was flush by the time she reached the lonely table with the quiet man sitting at it. His blue eyes studied her as she brushed her dirty blonde hair out of her eyes and took a deep breath. Plastering the fake smile on her face, she let her fiery green-eyed...
"Twenty seconds of insane courage" was a quote from a movie she enjoyed. It was what she so desperately wanted to be able to muster. She wanted to cross over that hurdle looming before her but it was so hard. She was someone who liked to be "in control" in most situations most of the time. It was a comfortable place for her to be – yet she yearned to surrend...