Angel Alone (A Chance Meeting part Two) She sat alone at her work desk, chatting with her overwhelming and intriguing stranger again. The conversation was intense and Angel was having a hard time concentrating. He had this effect on her...stealing her reason and her self control. With only his words he could take her over, pushing her and pushing her hard t...
Shutting the door to her office Jen Walters huffed in annoyance as she turned and sat at her desk, leaning back as she rubbed the bridge of her green nose. "Eight hours wasted in a trial involving some wacko hoping for the insanity plea. He's wearing a chicken costume! Of course he's going to get the damn plea!" Brushing her long green hair out of...
The ball room is huge. The ceiling, rich in cream mouldings and heavy black oak, reaches far above only to be shrouded in shadow. As I step into the space I can't help but admire the opulence of its decoration: gold leaf, glass and red drapes cover every wall and pillar. Every surface gleams in the reflected flame of thousands of candles set in a massive c...
Lunch was a dream. Over French onion soup and Monte Cristos drenched with honey, I left the planet Earth and created my own paradise. Fyona Hughes was a dream. Not only was she lovely to look at, she was intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. I knew that she was trying not to think about Mykal but her laughter was honest, if not nervous on occasion. I...
It was the most fucking ugly skirt Regina had ever seen. The colors were loud and obnoxious, the material some sort of weird polyester mix that just felt... strange. Plus there was extraneous netting forming a layer on the outside. Of course she bought it. It was $5, and needed to be shown to other people to prove its ugliness. Regina brought the skirt h...
In 1962 I was a Navy Corpsman attached to a Marine Corps rifle company. My wife, six month old baby and I were living in government housing near Camp Pendleton, California. One morning our company was given notice to saddle up with full field gear. We were given twenty minutes to call our wives, girlfriends or family to say goodbye. There were a lot of gu...
At 18/19, you might living with parents feels suffocating - especially with yours. Mom and Dad have always been extremely strict, which has in turn simply made you a fairly clever, sneaky young adult - or so you thought! They had always threatened you with summer camp since you were old enough to find it too childish, and honestly you never truly thought the...
She'd been in a state of hyper-arousal all day. It wasn't a new thing, but she didn't remember it being this strong before. Sometimes it was linked to her cycle; sometimes it was called just being 25 and never having been with a man. She was well-acquainted with her vibrator, though. Some of her troubles had to do with the flirty conversations she'd been h...
We pulled up in front of her parents' house and I put the car into park. It had been a long night but a good one. There had been a party, a bit of bad bowling and a good number of drinks. She was tipsy and, while usually fairly quiet, was talkative and bubbly. She's an absolute riot when she's like this- constantly giggling and full of jokes and smirks. Sa...
I love the feeling. The blindness after my eyes have been covered. The soft rubbing of satin binds against my wrists. I love the way I can't see what's coming next. I can't predict where I'll be touched or licked or bitten, sucked, even spanked. But most of all, I just love the submission. There's only one problem. I've never been able to tell anyone that it...