We were just three guys that hunted and fished on the Chesapeake Bay. For years, we had thought that Kent Island, just West of Annapolis, was the home of a nudist colony. While fishing, we had often used our binoculars to observe the naked men and woman sunning themselves, or playing volleyball on the beach. Then, last November during Goose season, we learne...
The French door clicked open as she slid out to the balcony to steal away from the party. The sheer white curtains whipped in the brisk wind as she crept away from the stodgy crowd. The wives had stared at her like they always do. Their eyes were drawn to the art of Olivia tattoo spread seductively in ink across her lower back. The blue velvet dress Johnny h...
Dear Reader: I hope you enjoy this second installment into the lives of Rich and Ellen. With love and respect, ~Blondiesheart~ .oO(@)Oo. "Do you remember our first Christmas together?" Ellen asked Rich as they lay curled up on the sofa, gazing off into the roaring fire. "How could I forget?" he replied. "It was the first time you went down on me." "Ric...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
It was Friday, the day before Christmas Eve, and I had only just gotten the mistletoe that afternoon. I had gotten a great deal more than we needed, and as I arranged and glued a bunch of mistletoe to a sprig of holly, a couple of cranberries, three jingle bells and a few tiny gold ornaments and tied it all together with a red velvety ribbon for our entryway...
Edited by cymbidia CAUTION: This story contains descriptions of physical abuse. If you are offended by fictional stories featuring this kind of topic please do not read this story. * * * * * I sat, my face a passive wall of non-emotion, as she knelt obediently before me. Her eyes were downcast, fulfilling the complete submission promised by her posture. H...
It had been some huge charity 'do' organised by the Home Office and she could barely remember which currently popular cause had benefited from the schmoosing and champagne swigging tonight, it didn't really matter anyway, she had done her bit. He had dutifully come along and been charming to the various big wigs and earnest do gooder types she had introduced...
Marie had always been a bit of a night owl. Ever since she could remember, she had always kept late hours. It didn't really seem that odd to her parents at first, considering most babies rarely slept. But, Marie hardly ever slept, as a baby, and now as an adult. That's not exactly true, she slept the majority of her day, but the instant the sun set and night...
For the lovers of music, and the music of lovers. ****************** Her hands ached. She had been at it for three hours at least, practicing scales, arpeggios, and passage work on her viola, her nimble fingers now worn and protesting. She glanced at her watch – 11:45 p.m. – and verified her three-hour estimate. She knew it was late, and that she should ha...
Eileen adjusted the mirror on her desk again. A perfect view of the changing room through the door behind her desk—and quite a nice shot of a hunk in his undies. Her friends had given her the fish eye when she said she was going to work for an entertainment placement agency and then were quickly deflated when she said it was purely a Santa's helper and kids...