You have found time in Your schedule to relax and are feeling the need to degrade a pig. Your pig has never been to a strip club (which You still find hard to believe) so You decide to start off the evening there and see what whims You will feel like throughout the evening - leaving pig totally in the dark about the events of the evening, other than to tell...
Chapter 13 [We have been busy with our summer schedule and have not had the time to continue this narrative. However, due to the many emails we have received urging us to continue the story, we have decided to return to the task. And task it is. In our effort to accurately relate what happened and our feelings about it, we have revealed much more about our...
An hour or so later, I wake up to find Vin still asleep. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. So strong, just like the man. But what is more amazing about him is that he has a tender side, also. Who would have thought that he would take the time to think of these special trips, much less make all of the arrangements himself? He said that w...
The first time I laid eyes on her was on a train to Chicago. She was returning to her seat from the restroom and her confident walk and bemused smile gave me the impression she knew something nobody else did. A couple of minutes prior to her walk down the aisle, a guy had exited the same restroom and made his way to his seat. This was her walk of shame and s...
The next day at work was agony. I hadn't slept much, my brain unable to stop thinking about him. His words. His demands. His displeasure. Kneeling before him in the stacks, nipples squeezed tight by the rubber bands, looking up into his eyes as they watched me, playful yet calculating. And, of course, his question. I ran through the events of the day over a...
This is a follow up to a story I wrote called "Our First Pee Play Session". But you really don't need to read that first to enjoy this. =========================================== Amy sat on the toilet, looking at the droplet of pee she had caught on her finger. She brought it close to her nose and sniffed. There wasn't really any smell to it. 'I should t...
Iteration #3 "Hey hon. I'm ready for the beach. Have you picked out my suit?" Bonnie asked me. "I have three ready, individually wrapped, and mixed up so not even I know which one you choose." I respond. Today is the day. My dissolving suits have worked out, pardon the pun, swimmingly. Bonnie loved the surprise of the first suit, and her friends were even...
I usually work from home as I have a very private place with a wonderful view and Lord knows I've put in more than my fair share of office hours over the years. But I do occasionally elect to make visits to the office both during normal office hours and off-hours to make copies, restock my home supplies and have a cup of coffee with a long-term friend or two...
My name is Lynnea, but all my friends call me Lynn. Ever since I was a tiny girl, I knew how to wrap men of all ages around my little finger. I can usually understand a guy's "buttons" pretty quickly, and I love to push them over and over again... with my middle finger. Maybe I add in a flirty hair flip. Perhaps I do it with a sideways smirk and big doe eyes...
I experimented with writing in 3rd person. I didn't like it very much, but felt it was an interesting premise. (c) 2002 Couture *********** You're only sitting here because your computer at home is broken. Yes, the old 400 Mhz has surfed it's last erotic story site and taken with it every last story you archived to a hidden folder. "Thank God for librar...