He responds to an e-mail that I sent out to all the Project Managers with "bite me." I write back, "with pleasure." He says something to the effect of "don't get me all excited." I reply, "You wouldn't let me anyway." He says "I'm going to be here for a while if you want to come over and talk." I say, "Talk, I thought you wanted me to bite you."...
Thanks to Thor for his editing. ***** Part 2 left off with wife deciding she was going to be my slave. That was after she had played a slave slut for my birthday weekend. She told me she had planned it since her birthday, And from the experience of her deals with me to buy some very expensive extreme high heels. I had bought her two slave collars one f...
I freely admit that it felt like an eternity while we waited outside the private conference room where Shelby, Cherry, and Ray settled the final details of the Contreras divorce between them. It had been somewhat easier and quicker for Nydia and Daryl, as theirs was simply an annulment and an uncontested one at that. There were no property issues other than...
Patrick was glad to be back home in Montreal. He sat at his computer trying to make sense of the events on his trip to New York City. Googling "Chelsea" brought descriptions of the neighborhood. It was a hotbed of LGBT activity. So that's what those lesbians were warning me about. Patrick opened the website of the Chelsea Art Museum. It featured a collection...
It is sort of funny how they got together. Frank Kinson had never dated a girl in his class, not one. He had dated older girls in other nearby high schools, or college girls. A handsome boy, who stood six foot, five inches, and a gentleman at all times. He was a comfortable, date for a girl who wanted a pleasant evening. There were two hundred and thirty-nin...
It was a beautiful may morning, sunny, not too hot, with a cooling breeze blowing in off the lake, but I couldn't enjoy it because I had my eyes closed. I had my eyes closed because I was enjoying something else: the sensation of a pair of big soft lips and a wet tongue slobbering all over my stiff prick. It's our morning ritual. I come into the office abou...
This chapter will not make a whit of sense if you have not been following the story. The Sacred Band chapter eighteen Epilogue. told by Laura. Well of course we had a party to celebrate our freedom from Rotkoff, and every now and again from then 'til now we have got together at the Mardi Gras Roadhouse for an evening of reminiscence and remembrance. Ou...
You look around and see some familiar faces from your village, but most you don't recognise. Girls and young women - the older ones dressed in revealing grey silk, the youngest in white. Your dress is red. The tight mass of young bodies is being ushered through a dark corridor towards two large doors. A voice yells and all the girls stop. "When you enter, k...
This story may not be reproduced without explicit, authorized written permission. * Dressed in only his white silk shirt, the Right Honourable Tristram Framlingham-Smythe (newly elevated to be the Duke of Great Tupping and Viscount D'Enculade) reclined on his back on his huge four poster bed, one hand behind his head supporting his neck, the other slowly s...
Wyo_girl has written a fine and very useful article on the choice of words in erotic description. It was so good that I felt moved to reply and add a few thoughts. Also, she misses a couple of important points and I wanted to suggest a few more "thesaurus" entries from my own repertoire – for the use and convenience of the young, as Oscar Wilde might have pu...